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Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

0 posted 2011-12-10 02:41 PM

The pages of those old books
still flutter across my mind,
my faithful companions
of many long, rainy days
in the Hardwick House.
Though I could barely read,
the quaint, old pictures
are stamped on my brain
like fading tatoos,
only slightly distorted
by wrinkled skin.
Fascinating images
that reached out
from another time
to touch my childhood.
No words neccessary.
Just a faint recall
and a child's imagination.

Ida Werrett

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2011-12-10 03:25 PM

Beautifully done, Ida. Something as precious as those old books is a good thing to retain from your childhood. Mine wasn't that pleasant, but we do with what we have. Enjoyed this and was right there with you as you mused.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2011-12-11 03:40 PM

Ida, such imaginings can only start
in one's mind, but that you took
them from there, to here, is
always what is most important.

ebonygirl
Member Elite

since 2011-07-14

Posts 2000
California U.S.A

3 posted 2011-12-11 04:18 PM

Ida, your poem brings memories of my childhood. I would spend hours thumbing through the library encyclopedias sitting next to my mom as she studied for her exams.
Thank you for the memories.
E

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

4 posted 2011-12-12 01:15 PM

Thank you all for reading and commenting.
When I was a child, we lived in an old Victorian house on the main highway into Salem, Oregon. It was surrounded by overgrown orchards and forest. It was owed by two elderly school teachers and had quite a collection of old books. The house and the books are some of my fondest memories.
Ida

EmmaRose
Senior Member

since 2011-03-02

Posts 1376
Midwest

5 posted 2011-12-13 09:27 AM

this warms the heart with the fond memories of a child's and a grown woman's imagination

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

6 posted 2011-12-13 05:40 PM

Precious memories, wonderfully rendered, dear Ida!

Margherita

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

7 posted 2011-12-13 05:44 PM

Wonderful thoughts, my friend. The biggest thing I wish I could pull up (from all my readings as far back as I can remember) is a list of what I read!

Good read here.

j.

JL
Member Ascendant

since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

8 posted 2011-12-14 04:16 PM

"No words necessary.
Just a faint recall
and a child's imagination."

I'm there with you.
This resonates.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

9 posted 2011-12-17 03:44 AM

Oh, my goodness, Ida, this is magical! The only thing that disappointed me with this is that I thought "library" implied that there were going to be a whole host of Hardwick House poems (HINT, HINT!), having just read your other Hardwick House poem.

I can just see you there, sitting on the floor, cross-legged, your eyes lit up by the wonderworld of the book on your knees.

Hope you take the hint!

Owl

secondhanddreampoet
Member Ascendant

since 2006-11-07

Posts 6394
a 'Universalist' !

10 posted 2011-12-18 01:43 PM

fine 'write! ...

reminds me of this one:

            College Library
           (an ‘impression’)

Wisps of sunlight catch a few books
  by surprise
while the rest laugh and point from
  dim pigeon-holes
at the foolish seekers that wish
to tear at their hearts
  (so young...so naïve!)
They contain the thoughts, the hopes,
  the fears
the very souls of countless minds
  that are no more
some great...some small;
but, the books wear all their names
with silent dignity...unspoken elegies
  to the dead.
To hold the wisdom of the ages
  is their destiny
how honorable a fate!
Mankind has no greater treasure
  to preserve...
and no greater treasury!

             --- b. e. adams

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

11 posted 2011-12-18 02:28 PM

Beautiful, Bruce. Similar but better.
Ida

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