Wander down a lost lane, scuffing through red leaves
Look for the blue sky and white clouds
Notice the logic of a crystal burble
Decipher thoughts of the black bug
Climb an ancient maple, gripping the old bark
Smile for a lark at the breezy sunshine
Crawl through a brier patch, looking for raspberries
Cross the meadow on a mission
Dam the creek for a new frog colony
Mine some clay for making dirt clod missiles
Hop home on one leg
Eat some candy from the stash
Delights of life
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5 comments:
Wordsworth's def. of poetry comes to mind.
I like it! It brings back memories beautifully.
Thanks John. Could you refresh my memory on the Wordworth definition?
“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility"
I like the second part of the quote better. I have no idea whether your poem was a "spontaneous overflow", but I know a comparable work would have taken me some serious elbow-grease and teeth grinding.
I like that definition.
And I like poems about memories. Only the writer truly has the memory, but the reader can catch a glimmer even though it is not their own. And sometimes, it can become theirs as well.
Thanks Jonas and Christy.
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