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Array ( [sid] => 78870 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Grid Iron [time] => 2005-01-07 13:32:46 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Our front yard was a stadium,
The field up the road the Super Bowl,
Hours upon hours were spent,
Playing on that grassy knowl,

Care free moments were enjoyed,
As up and down we would run with a ball,
Throw it, pitch it, run it, catch it,
Summer, winter, spring, and fall,

Child hood days spent with ease,
Playing out our favorite sport,
When looking back in retrospect,
Those days were far too short,

But even now as the hours grow older,
I think back to those grid iron days,
Before I found myself matured,
And life became a busy haze, [comments] => 3 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 21 [informant] => JD_Hamilton [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

The Grid Iron

Contributed by JD_Hamilton on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 01:32:46 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Our front yard was a stadium,
The field up the road the Super Bowl,
Hours upon hours were spent,
Playing on that grassy knowl,

Care free moments were enjoyed,
As up and down we would run with a ball,
Throw it, pitch it, run it, catch it,
Summer, winter, spring, and fall,

Child hood days spent with ease,
Playing out our favorite sport,
When looking back in retrospect,
Those days were far too short,

But even now as the hours grow older,
I think back to those grid iron days,
Before I found myself matured,
And life became a busy haze,

Copyright © JD_Hamilton ... [ 2005-01-07 13:32:46]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Grid Iron (User Rating: 1 )
by breny on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 02:04:07 PM AEST
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i often look back on my younger years and realize how good i had it back then with out all the worries i have now. it's good to know someone else does the same thing :D. and great poem i like it!

Brenna

Re: The Grid Iron (User Rating: 1 )
by autumngreeneyes on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 07:51:12 PM AEST
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I just visited a small town where I lived as a girl..the giant hill I had to climb to go to school..LOL..it's barely a mound.. it seemed so big back then.. it seemed a mountain..and time seemed endless..

Re: The Grid Iron (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 06:43:11 AM AEST
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Sweet nostalgia, rose-tinting our childhood memories. Ah, yes. An evocative poem, taking the reader back to the personal. Hang onto to the joy of those days- it'll get you through the haze. And keep chucking that pig skin.

Spike

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