Dreams of Childhood
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
standing on the window of my friend’s house,
we let childhood imaginations loose,
fairy tale of gods demons we espouse.
grassland with myriad flowers to choose,
dragonflies, butterflies to play and chase,
Jack farmer’s friendly talking sheep and goose!
our dreams had wings, no reality base,
killed enemy warriors in brave fight,
our weapons were satchels or pencil case!
however night saw the fall of our might,
with darkness crept out our deep inner fear,
close to mother we stayed, hiding our fright!
life was full of love, yet purpose not clear,
good old childhood days will always be dear!
1st placement
Terza Rima Poetry contest
Constance la France
Written 18/11/2020
10 syllables each (PS counter)
rhyme sequence as suggested!
ABA BCB, CDC, DED, EE!
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