Edward Ibeh Poet Tristich

Cherished Reminiscences

"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."

                       Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)


             Buried deep in the coffin of my mind,
         Memories of my youth; aged like fine wine.
          I've got a few cherished ones to exhume!

I recall one chilly autumn noon running around the park 
     With the neighborhood kids, then I'd run indoors
To warm up when winds start to groan and whistle. Brrr!

   Ah, the halcyon days of summer sitting in the shade 
  Wolfing down watermelons with my best friend,  Lloyd,
    Cheering on kids playing basketball in the backyard.

      I remember one harsh winter sprinkling play sand  
     And rock salt on walkways with Dad before snowfall,
         So snow won't stick to the ground. Fun times!



Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Past Memories
Date written: 10/19/2022

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Constance La France November 12, 2022 at 1:11 AM Edward, a beautiful Tristich, and congratulations on your placement in my contest, Writing Challenge - Past Memories- "T" Forms, and of course I like the quote, well done ! Edward Ibeh November 12, 2022 at 3:20 AM Thank you very much for the lovely feedback, congratulations and my placement in your contest, dear Constance:-) Most obliged.

Vijay Pandit October 20, 2022 at 5:52 AM Sweet childhood memories--an everlasting source of joy! Well conveyed, Edward. Edward Ibeh October 20, 2022 at 7:46 AM As always, thank you very much indeed, Vijay:-) Blessings.

Michael Tor October 19, 2022 at 7:36 PM Special memories we never forget and live with us till eternity. Special moments spent with our friends and father you have shared and brought us there Edward. I can feel the cold weather in your words and recollect the cold winters of Rochester New York. I fell through the ice trying to get a puck and walked home a mile away in subzero temperature, will never forget that event. Best wishes in Constance's contest... Edward Ibeh October 20, 2022 at 7:45 AM Ouch! What a harrowing experience, Michael! I'm glad you're here to speak of it, my friend. Thanks for the visit.