Saturday, September 3, 2016

O to be a child again


In the distant past
O to be a child again
(Not the milky stage!)

Changing shape each year
Never getting tired playing
Sunshine or in rain

Feet squishing mud
Knocking on Dad's pumpkin
Growing in garden

Streets almost empty
Seeing sheep fly in clouds
Finding a bird's nest

First ride in a car
Cutting myself with a penknife
Scratching name in bricks

Too busy to write
In diary when outside called
Coming home dirty

Hoping for a theme 
That would suit boys not just girls
Writing an essay

Looking at sweet Sue
Who smiled at me in class
She had long blonde plaits

Wish I could go back
Remembering what shaped me
Before I grew up

Image found at www.skoolatoz.nsw.edu.au

22 comments:

  1. "Never getting tired playing / Sunshine or in rain" an everlasting craving...love this thirst for innocent days...

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  2. Sadly, we all wish that. But none of us can go back either. Blonde plaits fade.

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  3. Wish I could go back
    Remembering what shaped me
    Before I grew up.. that's poignant and exactly what I feel sometimes.

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  4. Oh to be a child again :D such a wonderful thought and poem ❤💜

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  5. I think perhaps you just did go back in a way - the better sides of being young are a good memory.. and i'm very glad you've got lots of adventures and themes to tell us about too

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  6. One craves for the innocence of the good old days but they never come!

    Hank

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  7. Such happy childhood memories! Love it ~ sometimes we can still be carefree and full of wonder as we used to be as children.

    Thank you for visiting my new blog, Magic of Words ~ Loredana here :)

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  8. It'a not just the things we gain by growing up (except from weight) but the prize we pay in childhood lost.

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  9. Yes, those idyllic days – or so they seem, in memory. At least we have the memories!

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  10. Indeed, looking back at those innocent childhood days - one wonders where the time went. Love the reminiscence here, Robin, and the yearning for those simpler days.

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  11. This took me back........the days of play that passed so slowly, all the time in the world......

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  12. Yes. And such detail! What I like about these memory poems is that when inside them, we ARE back then. I'm smiling.

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  13. Evoked good old memories, really liked your final stanza. I did enjoy this poem.

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  14. Wish we could all reclaim at least a little of tha free innocence of childhood. Nice that you have such good memories. I think we should all consider visit that child within us from time to time and play.

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  15. To be a child...so delightful.

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  16. Such a nostalgic call, Robin... There are days, when I echo your poem.

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  17. Thankfully, we - mostly - remember childhood, fondly ...though, I do recall some cruel life lessons along the way. A wonderful capture, Robin.

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  18. This is interesting, wishing to return to the past, to the time you were a boy, and yet as you said, "We cling to the past," it is what is in all those bags we insist on dragging through the streets. It is waht makes us who we are.

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  19. This is lovely.You were a nice little boy I think...:)

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  20. good to look back on that shape shifting innocence
    Nice one Robin

    much love...

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  21. wow, such sweet childhood memories! we can only look back fondly upon them now.
    i can remember the "coming home dirty" part. always happening! :)

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