Red Says the Sunset

Childhood memories

Close my eyes to paint a picture
Takes me back to a time when I was just a kid
The world around me was ever growing
And there was a sweet innocence in everything I did

 

The morning sun was my simple smile
Her warm words whispers on my skin, and
Red says the sunset, red says the sunset
How I needed a friend
To share in this happiness
That I thought could never end

 

The city was my playground
An enchanted land everywhere to explore
Abandon buildings, hidden places near rushing railroads
Giant puddles extracted from all of thunder storms
Rainbows, archways, paths leading to front doors
And red says the sunset again every day
Red says the sunset come out and play

 

If I could only go back
To lazy days lying, amidst the talling grass
Jumping daringly from rooftop to rooftop
Befriending minnows, frogs, crickets and crabs
Climbing trees, skinning knees
Teaching myself about fire from only one little match

 

In every noon it was huge, it was
Watching over me
Red says the sunset, red says the sunset all over again
In childhood I never found that needed friend
But, the little boy still journeys on

 

Now as a husband, a father,and God fearing man
Red says the sunset, red says the sunset
Happiness shines all across this land

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

Remarkable poem. I love how you have captivated a tale in this piece while also using it to help make vivid imagery. Nice work.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Aaahhh...the thought of times gone by. I always thought that I would "old" when I could think back on days spent and remember how different the world was; here, barely in my 30's, I find myself remeniescing about my childhood and how much easier and simpler the world was then. It's a strange feeling. Well written work.

[Gerald Parker]

I like 'the talling grass.' Your poem creates a pleasant feel. Lucky if you have happiness sining across your land.

[Moniba]

And i'm blown away.. Wonderful poetry! Could you just clarify what you mean by "red says the sunset"? i'm sorry if it seems like a stupid question...

[Michael G. Smith]

The whole poem just flowed out of thought and straight onto paper even that phrase one day as I was reminiscing about my childhood. If would please review Into Winterberry Ash.