Days Long Departed
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I recall days long departed when I was just a kid
oh, how I loved mother's garden
I would run in the sun and play all day
down paths now vanished . . .
I would lay spread-eagle on the scented grass
of an emerald carpet laid just for me
I would creep among the shade trees
and climb to the highest branches
where I would sit for hours and hours
listening to the birds twitter and dance
I would pluck some blossoms
place them in a pickle jar for mother
and she would exclaim happily
at what a delightful child I was
my childhood was full of happiness
watching the little birds play in the bird bath
but no more for now the garden is but a thorny field
and mother is long, long gone
and I . . . I grew up
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August 27, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/Days Long Departed
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1097-552-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the Contest No 150, Standard
Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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