Looking back.

Memories of my boyhood.

Long ago when I was young, when grass grew above my head
And trees plucked clouds out of the sky, a mile high
God spat lightening and spoke in thunder
Making me wonder what had made this patient figure lose his temper so
He'd held swallows on invisible threads
Making them dance above my head
With lightening turns and graceful dives and---- l don't know,
It just seemed that way to me

And there was a pond on the edge of a wood
With fish, like cows chewing their cud
With ceaseless jaws that seemed to say
'No, don't bother me today. Play somewhere else'
And deep in the silence of the moss covered trees
Sheltered from the sun and the occasional breeze
Cathedral like our voices sang
And in our empty hands our guns went bang!
And in our hearts a priceless wealth

Far away, on a sunny day, the summer hay said
'Here I am! Come and play in me! '
And we dived in it and burrowed in it
Threw it to the sun and wove pure gold from it
And a million dreams filled that young boys head
As he lay in the sun on that sweet smelling bed
And a bee, on the pollen run, paused to stare
Till a call from the hive ran away with it
And the smell of hay smells as good today
But I won't let me play in it

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Playing in the hay. You took me back years to when we used hay bales in fields to make our camps. Great fun, but the hay got everywhere. Stuck to clothes and made me sneeze no end. I enjoyed your memories here in three stanzas. Thank you for sharing Bryan.

Chris

[Bryan Sefton]

When we first moved to our new house, back when I was about ten years old, there were farms and fields all over the place. We could walk for miles. We had a freedom that children don't have today and I feel so sorry for them. They are virtual prisoners compared to the freedom we had. Now all the fields and farms are gone. Everything has been built upon. I wrote a poem about it called 'The razing of Camelot'. Thanks Chris for your comments, they're really welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

I always enjoy your poetry Bryan. I agree, as I child I had far more freedom than children have these days. Such a pity.

[Bryan Sefton]

Thanks a lot. The beauty of writing poetry is you are living it again as you write it

[Gee]

Hi Bryan, you can reply to reviews by tapping on the little white arrow in the green circle that sits on the white notepad and pencil :))

[Bryan Sefton]

That was very helpful. I have been searching to find out how it's done. The trouble it doesn't look like a notebook and pencil to me. Thanks a lot.

[Bryan Sefton]

That was very helpful. I have been searching to find out how it's done. The trouble it doesn't look like a notebook and pencil to me. Thanks a lot.

[Gee]

Nae problem

[Gee]

Love this. Evokes so many memories of my own childhood.
Beautifully written