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[sid] => 173899
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Childhood Memories
[time] => 2012-09-27 10:27:55
[hometext] => This is a poem about my childhood and the era that I grew up in.
[bodytext] => My childhood memories, now long in the past when days were endless and time never went fast A young girl then with long hair of gold never did I dream that one day I'd grow old We could play in the veld on a hot summer’s day when rain was scarce then we all had to pray We caught many tadpoles down at the spruit our parents didn't worry when we got home too late Our boats in the gutter after the rain bobbing slowly towards the flooding drain Walking from school in the fierce summer heat never complaining of the blisters on our feet When dogs could run in the street so free and neighbours invited each other to tea Our doctor would visit when I was sick out of his big bag, red medicine he would pick Riding our bikes till we were red in the face pretty Sunday frocks of cotton and lace Brown leather school shoes, all shiny and new a new school case to last more than a year or two Playing hopscotch in the middle of our street only having wholesome and healthy foods to eat At the grocer and butcher we’d stand in the queue no self service, but an assistant to help you The days when you did as you were told and children had respect for the old On Saturday I'd shop with mom, hand in hand so distant now, like a far off land Young eyes bright and oh so green what did the future hold, for me it was unseen My mom and brother were all that I had he left when I was 5, the man we called dad So mom worked hard to makes ends meet rarely a spare cent to give us a treat But life was more simple and we were happy though we didn't have much and nothing grand to show The years have past and I did grow old forever in my memory, the girl with the long hair of gold [comments] => 1 [counter] => 254 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Sheyanne [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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