Childhood Memories

"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood" Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842 I remember those bygone days of past, how sweet were they to, childlike heart of mine those days of youth, my memories so vast. I long for my friends who lost touch, I pine.. for there were many, I was blest with such kids we were, with a halo of pure shine. Kabbadi, the game we often played much, got scratches on our hands and legs, we laughed tightly in our hands, our futures we clutched. The days we molded with own hands our craft, played with clay and criss cradle with the thread, with Twinkling eyes, we rode the great aircraft. Stories of heroes and villains we read, to bond this broken thread of life, I yearn.. with tears in my eyes I longingly shed. Pray with joy for a good 'morrow, I learn To Become stronger, to live and to earn. 16/11/20 STORY FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD Poetry Contest Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS