Good 'Ol Days (The Primordial Series)

Good 'Ol Days (The Primordial Series)

A Poem by Joshua777

Written Unknown | An artificial memory


To most people,

The pretty village looked calm.


Some of my fondest memories,

With my father and brother,

Were there,

Everyday behind the lake.


The image and quality that

Pervaded the lake,

Wedged between the walls of the valley.

© 2020 Joshua777

Author's Note

Background | A poem written in an "Introduction to Poetry" class in 9th grade, assignment requirements unknown.

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Back then was so much better than what today is like the racial, shootings, and stabbing plus the parents throwing their newborns away

Posted 10 Months Ago

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10 Months Ago

The memory of the poem doesn't exist in my life... and I don't think I've lived without any of those.. read more
Lacey Sue

10 Months Ago

Yeah me too
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This poem reminds me landscape at west - northern - Scotland . Where i was wandered from coast to mountains and through the glens back into the coast. It was very peaceful very limited number of people and lot of empty houses . It was feel like almost to be at another universe. And this poem reminds me all the this. Thanks.

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I had never thought that my first poems were all that great, and unexpected when people have these v.. read more

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2 Reviews
Added on July 30, 2020
Last Updated on July 30, 2020
Tags: memory, family, nature




I started writing poetry at 14 inside an ‘Intro to Poetry’ class which turned out to be less fun because of the restraints of the assignments, so poetry fell away from me soon after. A .. more..