My Times Recited

IMAGINE THIS When I was young,in summer sun the excitement of life,just begun, hours seemed like days, and days by brooklets,still,we lazed; When I was young,in poverty simple pleasures were had ,for free improvisation was our key, for sport,fishing or climbing tree; books and radio were for me, putting a face to voice and place the birth of creativity. Frugal times,spent so close to home sans shopping malls and telephone IN FELLOWSHIP Come take my hand & walk with me an English country scene we'll see, down green lanes and over stiles, we'll walk, and walk, for miles; Come take my side and stroll awhile, in Spring meadows with clover lush, primrose,buttercup and cowslip, then through blubell woodlands,trip; Take my arm,and with me ramble over hill and downland we'll wander the bridleway ,hedged with bramble, to an inn for lunch.we'll amble. Homely victuals,sure to please conversing long,we'll take our ease. LOVE’S SWEET DREAM Memories on the wall and in the hall, yesterday's dreams faded recollections what I was and we were now are no more,reside in photographs and lie in drawers with country walks for miles and children's smiles; Landscapes of broken hearts are now still life,of everyday joys, when girl met boy,what-might-have-been ; or a if only,we had yet no other way or could have been We had no manual with love's sweet dream. Listen to me read these poems on youtube under name of ichthyschiro