Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

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First Taste of Freedom

it was dark out, school done for the year
i thought Mom forgot all about me
running the streets late with my friends
it was my first evening of freedom
within, mind you, earshot of her call

we skipped rope in a neighbour’s driveway
we laughed and felt a little grown up
it was a most magical night
we walked to the school hill nearby
we were all scattered looking up
on our backs, counting fabulous stars
had to give up, there were too many

that’s when i did get Mom's call, but
that first taste of freedom sure was sweet



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~LOOKING BACK~ 2023

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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Andrea Dietrich April 17, 2018 at 3:29 PM Oh the memories this evokes for me. How old were you at this time? My mom was good about letting us run free. We would be out sometimes till 10 in the summer. chasing fireflies! Line Gauthier April 17, 2018 at 3:33 PM Fun years of youthful innocence! I think I would have been 8. Thanks for your lovely visit, Andrea.

Caren Krutsinger March 8, 2018 at 1:34 PM Reminds me of playing The Ghost is Out Tonight, hoping Mom forgot. Line Gauthier March 8, 2018 at 2:36 PM Thanks for your visit and comment, Caren.

Tom Cunningham March 8, 2018 at 5:41 AM I think you've fired up that memory in us all, I remember going on an errand to the local shop, it was strange but exciting too. Line Gauthier March 8, 2018 at 6:00 AM Thanks for your sweet visit and comment, Tom.

Kai Michael Neumann March 8, 2018 at 3:31 AM What a sweet memory. Brings back the past and thus the future... Line Gauthier March 8, 2018 at 6:01 AM Thank you for your delightful visit and comment, Kai.

Kyle Kriticos March 7, 2018 at 9:58 PM Thank you for sharing this you took me back to my own first taste of freedom. Awesome job! Line Gauthier March 8, 2018 at 6:01 AM Thank you so much for your visit and comment, Kyle.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 7, 2018 at 9:06 PM A delight to read! You do make one muster the memories with this piece Line, lovely poetry! xomo Line Gauthier March 7, 2018 at 9:55 PM Thank you so much for your visit and comment, Maureen. Most appreciated.

Paul Callus March 7, 2018 at 2:43 PM How lovely this is, Line! That sense of freedom, end of school, beginning of holidays...it reminds me of my own childhood when we played in the roads, especially summer nights. Regards // paul Line Gauthier March 7, 2018 at 4:19 PM That was before the technology explosion... Thank you for your warm visit and comment, Paul.