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Array ( [sid] => 30621 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => CHILDHOOD MEMORIES [time] => 2004-01-02 16:57:18 [hometext] => Remembering Summer days in Childhood...... [bodytext] => The early evening breeze swam through the long golden grass,
The slowly sinking sun made the scene look peppered in brass.
The nearby river twinkled like a thousand shiny stars,
Our fishing nets lay idle next to frog spawn filled jars.
The birds began their evening chant as I lay silent and still in the corn,
The feet of searchers thudding nearby, small sandals leave buttercups torn.
I close my eyes and begin to doze, not bothered if I am found,
It'll soon be time to leave this paradise as we'll be homeward bound.
The friends call out my name as they open all the jars,
And carefully return the spawn to join the twinkling stars.
We promise to come back tomorrow for another wondrous day,
When our cheeks will glow even redder as we spend our time on play. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 380 [topic] => 44 [informant] => Manda2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Contributed by Manda2 on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 04:57:18 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic



The early evening breeze swam through the long golden grass,
The slowly sinking sun made the scene look peppered in brass.
The nearby river twinkled like a thousand shiny stars,
Our fishing nets lay idle next to frog spawn filled jars.
The birds began their evening chant as I lay silent and still in the corn,
The feet of searchers thudding nearby, small sandals leave buttercups torn.
I close my eyes and begin to doze, not bothered if I am found,
It'll soon be time to leave this paradise as we'll be homeward bound.
The friends call out my name as they open all the jars,
And carefully return the spawn to join the twinkling stars.
We promise to come back tomorrow for another wondrous day,
When our cheeks will glow even redder as we spend our time on play.




Copyright © Manda2 ... [ 2004-01-02 16:57:18]
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Re: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 05:11:16 PM AEST
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Very nice memory and written exstemlly well.
peace, joy, luv, memories,
emy


Re: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 06:34:34 PM AEST
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Wow, your descriptions formed a visual in my mind. I love recalling childhood. You did a wonderful job transferring your thoughts in your poem.

Kie


Re: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 08:10:18 PM AEST
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You took me back seventy years as though it was yeterday.

bob


Re: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES (User Rating: 1 )
by Cristi on Sunday, 18th January 2004 @ 02:10:47 AM AEST
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This was such a cute poem, it flowed, beautifully and i absolutely loved it! i scould see the pond twinkling and laying in the high grass, it reminds me of when i was a kid...
Love,
Cristi


Re: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Wednesday, 10th August 2005 @ 05:06:54 AM AEST
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That is beutiful Manda, felt as if I were there
I loved it, brilliant..xxxx


Re: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Friday, 23rd September 2005 @ 11:09:28 AM AEST
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one is considered lucky if they have these memories......you express them so well here.....




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