Childhood Memory
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown"...Quote by - Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( from his writings)
From the yonder hazy horizon, the hills blue
undulated down the emerald landscape
in rhapsodic rhythmic waves rolling in view.
Its contours carved for my hamlet its shape,
where once was cradled my endearing home,
in the bounty of beguiling nature I was agape.
The fairy flotilla of cotton clouds would roam,
making pristine celestial scene soaring high
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean dome.
With the wind whistling across the azure sky,
my childhood joy soared to a great height
with the colorful kites I loved so much to fly.
A silvery stream glided with sparkling delight,
surging with the glistening charm of liquid pearl,
flowed with the flamboyant facade so bright.
On its rippling water outside the gentle whirl,
I sailed paper boats tinged with colors of rainbow.
I saw these glide wobbling in the current’s curl.
On these to a distant fantasy land I didn’t know,
but imagined immersed within teenage dream,
my unbound mariner mind would someday go.
The boats and kites from obscurity I can’t redeem,
for with the receding ebb the sands of time flee
beyond the horizon sinking with the sunset gleam.
Those childhood moments have deserted me,
in twilight hours the child within me I still see.
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October 2, 2022
Contest : Writing Challenge-Past Memories-"T" Forms
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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