Homework March '24

[alongtimegone]

A poem I wrote a long time ago and probably posted it at the time but I think it fits the homework topic as my childhood hideaway was the wide extent of my wanderings.

Nostalgia

I reach back to a childhood; to another time and place,
via photos cached in albums of my mind.
Where sun filled summer weekends set my eager soul to soar.
Where sparrow hawks and thermal winds combine.

Lost photos are reprinted in the darkrooms of my memory.
The skies are always blue; the grasses green.
Friendly faces; smiling eyes greet each one in passing.
Images of long ago, far away, serene.

In an untapped, carefree world of quiet dignity and grace,
I venture; nothing scheduled planned or reasoned.
Sustained by whim alone I tread the pathways of my roamings.
A veteran; practiced, battle scarred and seasoned.

And my freedom? Never questioned. Time spent of no accord.
Of the passing hours, just the sun keeps score.
And limits? Yes! Curbed only- by my imagination.
The world is mine to marvel and explore.

There are trees to climb and trails to blaze and lobby holes
to plunder. Butterflies to chase through morning haze.
Treasure chests to seek, on sandy sun bleached beaches,
gold in gullies; brand new trails to blaze

And there beside a stream, still unspoiled by hand of man,
I cast a wish, a hope, a quiet yearning.
Success will not be measured by the content of the creel,
but the joy of life that each day I’m confirming.

Within these fleeting images, vignettes of time and space,
I roam; no page unturned; no song unsung.
‘Till sleep becomes my consort, my alliance, stalwart friend
and the peg on which my dream coat can be hung

It’s these pictures then that soothe me; that calm my sleepless hours,
until my thoughts surrender to the night.
As the echoes of my childhood, fade soft in morning haze,
I wake content, to one more dawning’s light.

[Terry]

A lovely poem Warren
So descriptive and I love your choice of words throughout the poem,
many of the lines are quite original.
You have put a whole new slant on sifting through our memories of childhood times.
I really enjoyed reading it.

Terry

[alongtimegone]

Thanks Terry. Probablv a touch of rose coloured glass but spiritually accurate.
Wazza

[Ron]

Yes, good one Wazza, I agree with Terry, many great descriptive lines in your poem.
Great to have those memories!
Cheers
Ron.

[alongtimegone]

Yes mate my boyhood was as free a breeze and the world was a friendlier place.
Thanks ... Wazza

[Catherine Lee]

Beautiful, Wazza, and I especially love those last two stanzas. I think we can all relate to these feelings and descriptions as we take our walks down Memory Lane - a lovely poem.

[alongtimegone]

Thank you Catherine.

[Maureen K Clifford]

How lovely - thoroughly enjoyed reaing it Warren - well done.

photos cached in albums of my mind....great line