When I was a child,
I had a lot of friends
Knew no enemies and what that meant
Acquaintance
Was a foreign word, omen
Too big for my vocabulary
In the parks, on the playgrounds
We played cow boys and Indians,
Left life's erratic dirt on our cloths a' saw nothing of it
Just like hide and seek,
Monopoly and
Snakes and ladders
Ariel wash, luminous
Tumbled dried and kept as clean
The good old days
Yes, the good old days. I love your reminiscence here, which triggers my own memories.
ReplyDeleteCertainly a trip down memory lane here.
ReplyDeleteGreat memories of innocence before understanding the real perils of life. You've written a nostalgic ramble worth walking.
ReplyDeletetook a trip down memory lane with you. great imagery
ReplyDeleteChildhood is grat itsn't it. Well crafted.
ReplyDeletewent down memmory lane with you.
ReplyDeleteSheilagh Lee said: Childhood memories so wonderful if only we could slip back into those patterns again.
ReplyDeletewell written, very sweet memories
ReplyDeleteMemories sustain us sometimes. Nice poem. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteWow. A surprising turn of sense, going the opposite way. Very refreshing. Good job.
ReplyDeleteYou took 'omen' in its positive sense and made it fun. Loved that photo.
ReplyDeletePhew, it all comes out in the wash!
ReplyDeleteNicely!
I love this "Ariel wash, luminous" incredible line
ReplyDeleteI actually prefer how easy it was to just be, no questions asked, just acceptance