A response to the most recent writing prompt at Northography. http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=289
I returned to the fields
of the childhood I left behind.
Rows upon rows of corn
stretching forever and
above our heads as we
ran looking behind, ahead
all around; each stalk that moved
could mean we were tagged, and
our turn to chase each echo of laughter
and each bark of the dog.
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Beautiful memories, lovingly written!!
Thank you, appreciate your comments and support, of course.
Yes I like the poem. Reminds one of the beautiful time of childhood. Very well written and yet simple and beautiful, conveying the meaning as intended by you. Take care and have a lovely day my friend.
Thank you for your kind words my friend. Been thinking quite a bit about my roots, and where I cam from. A lot of reminders of the person I was, and how I got to here.
Yes it is nice to remember good moments of time gone by. One can build up on those sweet memories.