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Childhood 1935-1945

I’ve never really wished To be a child again. For growing up’s too hard To even put to pen. But somehow, in my mind, The difficulties fade. The memories that linger Are joys that childhood made. The endless summer days Making hideouts, climbing trees, Spying on the neighbor boys, Or hanging by my knees! I breathe the stuffy August air, Sit dreaming by a stream That ripples over roots and stones Between two banks of green. When the days were really hot Our bathing suits we wore To squirt our friends with hoses ‘Til Mother said, “No more!” On other days we put on plays And practiced grown-up looks And acted out the characters We’d read about in books In spring we wore our roller skates That clamped on shoes with keys. We rumbled down the sidewalks And often skinned our knees! We went to church on Easter - White gloves we’d surely use - With brand-new suits or dresses, Flowery hats and patent shoes! Winter was a great time For skating on the pond, Our toes and fingers frozen, But how we whirled around! And now the scene has changed To a hill that’s thick with snow. And now I’m flying on a sled To see how fast I’ll go! I still recall the smell of Bonfires smoky in the fall. Then Halloween, Thanksgiving – Such excitement I recall! I’m happy where I am today. I’ve taken what life brings, But memories can take me back, And nostalgia ever clings.

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Date: 7/30/2021 12:42:00 AM
Sweet, sweet poem, Barbara!
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Date: 7/26/2021 8:37:00 PM
You have totally described my ten year old summer here "The endless summer days Making hideouts, climbing trees, Spying on the neighbor boys, Or hanging by my knees!" I love this!
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Barbara Peckham
Date: 7/26/2021 8:52:00 PM
That's probably about the age I was talking about, maybe that and a couple of years younger. I was quite a tomboy. Thank you for commenting so nicely. I'm glad you liked it.
Date: 7/26/2021 4:20:00 PM
Such a lovely time reliving childhood. I find myself doing this from time to time, but, of course, we can never relive those wonderful times, or, even remember with much accuracy how they were. Good writing, Barbara.
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Barbara Peckham
Date: 7/26/2021 7:52:00 PM
The lovely thing about childhood is that you are not thinking of tomorrow or what it will bring. You liver in the moment and thoroughly enjoy it. Thanks again for reading and commentnig.
Date: 7/26/2021 3:43:00 PM
Love this, Barbara! Nice memories all through the seasons!
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Barbara Peckham
Date: 7/26/2021 7:53:00 PM
How nice of you to read my poem and atke the time to comment. Thank you for you comment.