Saturday’s of Childhood

bigpapadan on Jan 8, 2011

The Joys of Youth.

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Good guys in white hats,

cartoons that were funny;

mowing grass and washing cars,

ways to earn movie money.

Playing football til after dark,

laughing with good friends;

early love with redhaired girls,

memories without ends.

The bay for fishing the day away,

feeding squirrels french fries;

kissing Amy in the dusk,

the sparkle in her eyes.

Now I’m old and weary,

my eyesight has since dimmed;

but the vision of those memories,

makes me young again.

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Angela Ohm on Jan 8, 2011
I love it ! This is a wonderful poem ! It’s like a breath of fresh air remembering the simple joys of youth !
Jimmy Shilaho on Jan 8, 2011
This is one of the best poems you have written, the feeling….very nostalgic.
Val Mills on Jan 8, 2011
I’m going through a stage of recording memories at the moment so it was wonderful to read this.
Karen Gross on Jan 8, 2011
I think we have all been bit by some nostalgia bug. The memories of childhood and of our “glory days” are so vivid, I think because of the youthful passion and zest for life. Everything was new then.

I would not, however, have any desire to actually go back and relive those days. There were way too many boring parts and bad stuff in between the good memories.
Guy Hogan on Jan 8, 2011
I think because we are writers we are constantly digging in our past: some very good times and some very bad times. Or, in other words, Life.
lxdollarsxl on Jan 8, 2011
excellent piece of work

Hi there!