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junemac Senior Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 1005uk 
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Beneath a small tree clothed in ripe apples Almost hidden by long grass and dark shadow Is a tiny key, forgotten by time and faith A whisper of wind shifts the green in reveal Displaying an iridescent path through woods Along this pathway liesa magical kingdom Where dreams are forged on an anvil of hope Creatures, uncaged with wings unfettered Dance to sweet sounds in the memory grotto A place where childhood remembers magic Inter-locking with the aroma of innocence Like a heady blend of love and liberty A Burning incense of smouldering nostalgia In that golden moment, reach for your key And take that path to be adulthood free For the once the breeze in the grass is gone The memory key's metal turns liquid and runs |
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paraboxer Member
since 2002-11-10
Posts 121Maryland, USA |
It's nice to get in touch with that inner child, isn't it? Your work really brings that out. I really enjoyed this one... |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
How lovely junemac. I hope I never lose that key. Love, Joyce |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Oh, Wow! I love the enchanting imagery and the wonder of a childs heart so fully alive in this poem! My key is on a rope around my neck, where my skate key always is...though no one sees it here in my imagination!! Ellie A friend hears the song in my heart, and sings it to me when my memory fails. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhJune~ This is sheer magic~ 'A place where childhood remembers magic' Oh yes~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
if only I could find my key |
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junemac Senior Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 1005uk |
thank you all for your lovely words of encouragement. I love the magic of childhood dreams and it often comes out in my poetry. hugs from june x |
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