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Tuesday, 21 October 2014
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It’s not true that I never played
with dolls
It’s also true that I played with
bats and balls
A wild child with unkempt hair
was me
Who loved climbing a special
mango tree
Spoilsport red ants would declare
war
Taking the gazelle form we’d jump
afar
Limbs were in place but if the news
got home by some dolt
Spanks were not spared to make
sure the child wasn’t spoilt
Long time ago all this took place
Seems yesterday as I ride time’s
crest
I’ve kept that child secured
inside me
Who often whispers about that
magical tree
Where that childhood still hangs
like fronds
And inspires with Nature to make
bonds
Written for Peggy’s prompt YourFavorites @ Poetry Jam
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Nice poem about the mischievous activities of childhood. It made me nostalgic.
ReplyDeleteMine was an apple tree...
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding me.
Oh, I think I would have enjoyed knowing you as a child. I used to climb an apple tree rather than a mango tree. I am surprised you had bats and balls...thinking of baseball here. Then again it must be cricket. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI loved reading the memories of your games. I was some kind of a 'wild child' too. I was find of playing outdoor and during my first visit to England enjoyed learning how to play cricket. I think our games were a bit more adventurous than those of the kids of today. This is sad.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I enjoyed that!
ReplyDeleteI think we all have that child inside!
ReplyDeleteah this is me as well...always in the woods....e would hardly come home until we knew it was time for dinner...off building forts and fighting invisible monsters.....
ReplyDeleteI love how kids all over the world do so many of the same kinds of games. You poem could be set anywhere! Thanks.
ReplyDeletei so enjoyed reading about the little pieces of your childhood...
ReplyDeletemuch like you, i think i played with a little bit of everything. when you have a good enough imagination...anything can become a toy!
this is a little piece of magic that just says so much, just beautifully from the heart.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a great childhood and wonderfully wild hair. Love the photo. Keep that little girl inside always.
ReplyDeleteCan identify.
ReplyDeleteDo miss my special trees too...
Nicely shared.
Childhood is important and lucky are those who have good memories.
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