Childhood's Sacred Places

Childhood's Sacred Places



    I dreamt I was a girl of nine.
    So, venturing into the autumn
    woods, I skipped happily!


    I found a river and some frogs
    calling each other, merrily.
    Even some logs to walk and
    balance on, carefully!


    I found leaves of such beauty,
    into my backpack they went.
    I touched each tree, each had
    a different feel and scent.


    Alas the sun was going down
    and not knowing what to do.
    I hugged an Oak and did say,
    " Now you stay right here! I 
      am coming back for you."



     Memories of Thatcher Woods
     Elmwood Park, Illinois




     Ocober 16, 2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Radhakrishna Avatar
November 4, 2019 at 3:14 AM
Simple and beautiful
Romios Avatar
November 4, 2019 at 3:47 AM
Hi again! I was surprised it got any replies, Krish. Glad you liked iit. Years have passed but I still am very much am that little girl in Thatcher Woods. Thank you for the visit. Panagiota
Proxenos Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 2:48 PM
Now this is so cute Panagiota and it seems everybody thinks so - your poems are generated by pure passion, power and talent. I have made this a definite fav! Hugs Jenn.
Romios Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 6:06 PM
Jennifer~ wow...a Fave. That is truly a blessing, Passion and power, yes. My insipid poems? Arg. I have those too! Talent? On loan from God. I give Him the credit. Huggs, Panagiota
Perrin Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 8:19 AM
What an adorable poem Panagiota! It really captures the imagination :-) x
Perrin Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 2:29 PM
I’m so glad you did :-) x
Romios Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 10:38 AM
Elaine...I thought that nobody would like this. I debated about posting it,,,now, glad I did.. Thank you Panagiota
Wolf Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 7:56 PM
The word 'sweet' is simply inadequate to describe how delightful this is, my friend. Right into my FAVEs. Thanks, Panagiota! Smiles, Gershon
Romios Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 6:31 AM
Hello smiling Gershon. Ahh, to be in one of your honored Faves. EXHILRATING Elmwoid Park is always a delicious memory. It was quite idyllic.
Andresen Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 1:18 PM
- The forest was my childhood playground, Panagiota :) - Lovely :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Romios Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 2:35 PM
Good for you! Many wonders in a forest. And there were no cell phones playing looney tuners either. Heaven on earth. Panagiota xx
Awtry Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 12:07 PM
I can almost hear a breathless child excitedly retelling the days adventures to Mom. love the title, too :)
Romios Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 2:30 PM
Hello P.S.! I will agree on the title! )) once I have one, I go from there. Titles are more difficult than the poem for me. But hey, I am not a great Poetess like you. Mediocre at best. I keep trying, P.S.! Glad you liked it, P.R.
Green Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 8:13 AM
That was so cute my friend. I love the childhood innocence I felt in this poem. Made me kind of giddy picturing this and missing times just like this.
Romios Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 8:21 AM
Chris! How funny, I felt giddy, too! Oh, to walk on a log again, hmm? I felt 9 nine years old when writing it. Somes poems write me, not me, them. It's like letting go to the universe and being one with it. Am sure you have fond memories of being a boy! Share them! Thank you. You are a compass, helping me with directions as which poetic way to go. Love. Panagiota xx
Lamoureux Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 8:04 AM
A delightful piece.
Romios Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 8:08 AM
Greetings Richard... I do very much value you, your comments and so glad you shared your thoughts. Panagiota xx
Mcintosh Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 6:05 AM
I love the woods and the trees and all things in nature... Wonderful write. Bless you so much, with love and prayers, Gina
Romios Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 7:26 AM
The woods smell so good. You are my first Comnent today, bless you in all you do. Thank You Panigiota
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