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LindsayP
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             Childhood Days

    The lost days of my childhood
Stir up many memories from the past,
Many times we played together in the wildwood
For those memories, so long ago were cast.

Although my child hood days cannot return
They are only, really lost to me in part,
For to live again most folks would yearn,
But those memories are locked up in my heart.

Turning back the clock in a life replay
I see again a little boy, school bag on his back,
Heading off to school each day,
Down a rough two mile dusty track.

To diligently learn my ABC,
To read and write and do my sums,
To yell and play and enjoy each day
And to return home safe to Mum’s.

And as we a little older grew,
We would sometimes ride the horse,
Our enthusiasm was boosted up anew,
For it beat shank’s pony of course.

We soon learned to make our own fun,
I can never once remember being bored,
We’d both play marbles in the sun,
Our love of life each day restored.

At weekends rabbiting was a favourite mission,
Usually with the dogs, ferrets and the nets,
Hunting always took the number one position,
And those happy days I'm sure we'll not forget.

Then when we reached our teen-age years
And started out on life’s romance,
We knew our childhood days were in arrears,
When we went into town and happily learnt to dance.

Leaving school at thirteen, is something I confess,
To start out on a hard working path in life,
With five children now, I certainly do feel blessed
To have shared it with a loving caring wife.

                                            



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Earth Angel
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Lindsay, it is a pleasure getting to know you through your poetry and memoirs.

"We soon learned to make our own fun,
I can never once remember being bored,
We’d both play marbles in the sun,
Our love of life each day restored."

Yes!!! Exactly!!! I am flooded with emotion as I read this heart-touching, nostalgic write.

You may not be very "school learned", but you certainly have learned much through living an exemplary, hard-working ~ and loving! ~ life!

God bless you and your family!

Loving hugs for all!

Linda
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You are proof that poets are born to be poets, LP.
                              Ida
Klassy Lassy
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You opened my thoughts to my own childhood, too.  I rode a school bus to town and because my mom taught school other than where I attended. I had to walk a mile down the road when the bus let me off in the afternoon and go by a pasture where a bull seemed to take more than a passing fancy in the children going by. He seemed particularly interested in me and that fence seemed all to flimsy!   Each afternoon, there he would be again, bellowing and heading for me at a fair clip.   How my heart would race and my feet would fly!  

It's been a long time since I thought of that.  I must have been about eight years old then.  Sometimes, I barely remember that I had a childhood.  Thank you!

Wonderfully emotive poetry.

~KL
  
LindsayP
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Linda, Ida and KL you must be three of the

most generous spirited poets at PIPS. I always feel humble when I read your replies.

Thanks so much, warm hugs to you all.

Lindsay
JamesMichael
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Enjoyed reading this...I remember running around in the backwoods of Georgia and Florida having a wonderful time...James
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Enjoyed.  I remember nearly all my childhood. Playing marbles was one of them and a game we played with a jackknife. A circle or square was drawn n the dirt and we flipped our knife in it and cut out our territory. Maybe one of your readers  remember it? I do not know just what we called that game, except jackknife or knife. But I marvel that we all had a jackknife and no one I ever heard about used it in a threatening manner. Today I would not trust a kid with one. That and all the old yard games, Mother May I; Buck Buck How Many Fingers Up; Old Mother Witch; Red Rover Red Rover; Hide and Seek and Of course Hop Scoth and Jump rope. We were out side from after school until the streetlights went on and in summer all day long. I lived on rollar skates. The strap  on kind with a skate key! That and reading took up all of our time. Thanks for the memories. "late"

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LindsayP
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Isn't it a wonderful thing to have all those wonderful childhood memories.

I am fortunate that I can remember back to when I was three and half. It was at a school break up party and I went along with mum and dad and my older brother. Santa gave me a red wooden crocodile of the Xmas tree and I thought I was made.
We also played a lot of those games that you enjoyed. It was a happy time.
Thanks very much for your response Late
It was good to read.

Lindsay
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childhood memories, I remember once, my mom showed a picture a few years ago, and i was just a baby, and use to put my bowl of dinner on my head, instead of the table! lol

ARCTIC WIND
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Sweet are our childhood memories, where we know now we can never return to that part of time.  Days flee and time never stops.  I was thrilled by this poem that spoke up what has been sealed in my heart for ages.  As we grow older every day, we grow wiser and learn from what we have done.  I keep wondering that if I had the chance to go back in time right now, with all the lessons that life had taught me... How would I react at some points in time.  I think life wouldn't be as fun if that happened... that is why I stopped wishing that I would go back in time.  

Thank you for sharing the childhood memories, they were wonderful and simply but beautifully plotted

Tears of Sanity~

Roniece Dawson-Bruce
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childhood memories.. precious!  enjoyed this lovely write of yours Lindsay - well done my poet friend!   RDB

I do hope your family get to read these beautiful poems of yours.. they are very lucky to have you as are we here!   RDB  

Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight.........

vandana
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very nice
LindsayP
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Arctic Wind, Tears of Sanity, Roniece and

Vandana, Childhood memories are a wonderful
asset to have, for as we grow older, often those memories are all we have left. I sincerely hope that all your childhood memories are happy ones. good luck to you all.
Lindsay
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Thank you for sharing your childhood days with us.  Your poetry is special.
 
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