Childhood Fantasies

Childhood Fantasies

A Poem by James K. Blaylock

Childhood Fantasies

 

upon this summer concrete,

we'd kneel and doodle...

 

creating our childhood

fantasies all over warm walkways

 

3-09-08

© 2008 James K. Blaylock


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You really bring it all back...all the fun and the warmth! If you went under a sprinkler, you could get warm on the sidewalk faster. One neighbor made me take a scrub brush and a bucket of soapy water and erase all the doodles on "her sidewalk." She couldn't just wait for it to rain.
James, this is beautiful. Clever thoughts shared in an unforgettable poem!

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Haha, this poem definitely brings out memories....makes me want to break out the sidewalk chalk an run through the sprinkler. Maybe that's not a bad idea.....=p

Anyway, this was a great, beautiful poem. Good luck in the contest!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very nicely put,great words used me likes it!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

OMG! I STILL do this. Sidewal chalk is the bomb-diggity. Thanks for the little fun piece of my life to remember. GREAT poem. You're amazing.
KH

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

in every way i feel this poem to be a smoothe relinquishing written with touching meaning, brings the
reader back to childhood days, as well as opens the mind to new horizons, in way of waking up memories, this is a master portrait glimpsing, i was very much moved by the quality of the sentiment, one can feel life, love, and living revolving in full circle, as circles are drawn, with chalk, truthful perspective, loved it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

i love this childhood romp very inspiring

Posted 16 Years Ago


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I can feel the warmth in that concrete, that urban concrete...
why do I feel that the concrete is urban - is this the nature of concrete?

fantasies all over warm walkways

great, I would only question the 'ALL':

creating our childhood
fantasies over warm walkways

thing is then you expect to feel the break thus:

creating our childhood fantasies
over warm walkways

then I get to thinking UPON...
but in such short pieces every word carries a weight of responsibility to convey meaning,

and I couldn't do this... so, what would I know?
cheers for reminding me of some of my misdeeds as a youngster!


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I LOVED sidewalk chalk...still do! this was a warm look into the past, thanks for the reminder!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful penned memories of the good ole days~THanks for sharing this~Fran

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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AK
Alas, now we stoop and drool. Ahhh, the good old days!


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

O yes, I do remember those days and my grandchildren remind me of them when they write all over my sidewalk with their chalk. I love the way you always remind me of the fun times in life.
Thank you for sharing.
I love it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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James K. Blaylock
James K. Blaylock

Tyler, TX



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Hi, I'm James K. Blaylock and I'm a poet/writer. I'm 39, and I live in Texas. I was born and raised here. I have been writing now for 13 years and I've been blessed to be published a number of times. .. more..

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