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.
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.