Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Your Favorites

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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


  1. Nice poem about the mischievous activities of childhood. It made me nostalgic.

  2. Mine was an apple tree...
    Thanks for reminding me.

  3. 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.

  4. I 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.

  5. I think we all have that child inside!

  6. ah 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.....

  7. I love how kids all over the world do so many of the same kinds of games. You poem could be set anywhere! Thanks.

  8. i so enjoyed reading about the little pieces of your childhood...

    much like you, i think i played with a little bit of everything. when you have a good enough imagination...anything can become a toy!

  9. this is a little piece of magic that just says so much, just beautifully from the heart.

  10. Sounds like you had a great childhood and wonderfully wild hair. Love the photo. Keep that little girl inside always.

  11. Can identify.
    Do miss my special trees too...
    Nicely shared.

  12. Childhood is important and lucky are those who have good memories.


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