General Poetry posted November 13, 2017


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There still Beams a Light if only in My Dreams

Summer Revisited

by artemis53






I can recall a time
that I knew no darkness
and begged for
the early light.

There was a fragrance and freshness of the mornings,
seeing the Sun break
from my Eastern bedroom window
and Robins announcing
the newly born day...
"one more chance,
one more time,"
they sang in harmony...
or at the very least
seemed to say.

For a beckoning with hope
would arrive at my bare feet
placed upon warm floors of wood,
a gift from the 'Bright,'
taking away,
the chill of the night.

New events blossomed
within my childhood mind
like Mother's roses,
knowing no limits to the sky
for I was invincible
in my imaginations
and would hold on,
with both hands
to my dreams
and best friends,
for I'd not think of
another way.

Adventures were to be had
on Summer days,
and breakfast
was 'wolfed' down' greedily,
giving strength
to pedal away to new worlds,
one with my peers,
meeting at Randy's
or Ben's house,
flinging bikes upon the lawn,
and entering lengthy discussions
as we all sat on the swing set,
pondering plans made,
for the morning now eclipsed
the dim haze
of the Dawn.

We would formulate our plans
and the best proposition won
with a vote
only to jump on our chariots
and various steeds.

We were no longer nine year olds,
rather warriors
ready to take on our quests,
with Ben leading the way
but I was always the first officer,
for my deftly won bravery
within trees,
and ability to jump from great heights,
had been soundly proven
by sturdy knees.

And, our journey would begin
from the deepest of woods
to abandoned houses,
swift running creeks
and orchards
where we ate our fill
to sustain ourselves
in our rigorous endeavors
divvying out sandwiches packed
to our Clan,
only to rest in daisied fields,
lying on our backs with grass whistles
looking upwards
and singing
to the deep, blue sky.

The day would finally wane,
and we were awakened from our reverie
at the sound of the bell
rung deftly
by David's Mother's hand
that echoed to us from seemingly far away,
the first signal for homecoming,
as the lamps in picture windows
were illuminated
and we dropped our armor
only to become the age of nine
once more,
returning to the reality
of bicycles, dinners,
and baths within bright houses
by the score.

But,

in our hearts,
while sleeping within our beds,
we would hold deeply
to our grass stained
badges of honor,

and brilliant skies

once more

ahead.





Recognized


The Swing
BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside,

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

Yes.
It was much like that
(the favorite poem of my Childhood).
BTW. The song I've posted was not for my self as an aspiring adult. It always brought me back to childhood innocence.
I'm aware that this piece is long. It just couldn't be said in poverty of words.
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