Simpler Times

Remember when snowflakes were scented with baby's breath
street lights were dinner bells
riding bikes was a day's restitution of fresh air
there were no amber alerts or at least we were not aware
God was still politically correct at the start of a school day
Wonder bread was no wonder, but what did we care?
...Simpler places of the mind

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This reminds me of a conversation that I had with a friend not too long ago...how life used to seem so big when we were small, and now it seems so much smaller now that we are big. Great imagery in this one, it really took me back to those special moments that I cherish in my mind.

[rhythm&blues]

So kind of you to say, thank you so much Sarah.

[Patricia Wedel]

When snowflakes were baby's breath...
and street lights were dinner bells...
Two of my favorite things...
poetry gathering memories into
bouquets of roses and birdsong.
Amen and may the sunsets fall softly
Upon your heart. truly... Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

street lights were dinner bells

Lovely piece of remembrance.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

melancholy memories of the sweet past in another life--a long time ago.
If only things could stay simple and uncomplicated...
However evil takes over many times and changes it all

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, will we ever return to these time, well done, great read.

[Rita L. Sev]

Simpler, indeed... very nice, R&B...

[Relic]

Wow, this really resonates with me. Times have not changed for the better if you ask me. Things were so much better and more innocent back than. Great poem and pic.

[Leslie Philibert]

Like the poem a lot , this reminds me of my school days, white bread, R and B, dinner money...but before an old man gets too nostalgic...a fine poem

[BubblingMe]

I like it, this poem makes me think, good job!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i definitely remember...i was 6 years old living in the Bronx...five story apt building...used to just say.."see ya mom" and head down the stairs and across the street to spend most of the day in the park...

i remember how we rode bikes all day when we moved to illinois..my friends and i never wanted to be in the house...

and it felt safe...

it is different now...

this was nostalgic for me...

thank you for this poem

jacob

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

I often reflect on these same thoughts. Though I find myself choking them back down, grew up a bit rough, but watching my children. I envy the eyes the see the world with, those simple time are magical. This is no different, A lovely write.