Brenda Victoria Northeast Poet Free verse

Haystacks and Imaginary Things

Flying carefree on the breeze
Colored leaves full of sun 
Glint joyously as they twirl

Like pages falling 
From my book of life
Celebrating-
Reminding me of when 
I was young 

Carefree, just a wisp
Treading barefoot 
Along gravelly roads
When days were long

And I - all alone
Would leap off haystacks
Just me –and the wind
Blue skies, clouds 
And imaginary things

Until sunset beckoned
It is time- you must go home.

© Brenda V Northeast 2010 rewrite- 24th Jan 2012

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Terry L. Allen April 11, 2012 at 12:02 AM This puts me in mind of my days on the farm as a child. Nice write nice read.

Karen Deeks February 5, 2012 at 9:56 AM I love all about this. The title really made me smile. This reminds me of life before bills and the nominal things. When fun and just leaping with free will was the best. Your writes are just a breath of fresh air, thank you Karen Brenda Victoria Northeast February 7, 2012 at 5:18 AM Thank you Karen, Your a blessings, bren : )

Lizanne Scholtz January 25, 2012 at 3:06 PM Beautiful poem Brenda. Elizabeth Brenda Victoria Northeast January 25, 2012 at 4:51 PM Thank you Elizabeth : )

Lisa Cooper January 25, 2012 at 3:54 AM great write, thank you for your kind comment! Brenda Victoria Northeast January 25, 2012 at 4:44 AM Thank you Lisa : )

Andrea Dietrich January 24, 2012 at 11:13 PM YES, I have written about those wonderful days on the country lanes too!! Were you a farm girl? I only lived on my grandpa's farm for a few years till my mom remarried. I enjoyed this! Brenda Victoria Northeast January 24, 2012 at 11:44 PM No I was never on a farm- just visited them- some I snuck in to play on the haystacks : ) I would walk for miles on my own when I was young- I didn't have mum then only a grandma who didn't know where I was.

Robert A. Dufresne January 24, 2012 at 5:49 PM tis a beauty, Brenda.... brought me right there with you .... but I'm sure you didn't see me but I was there only it was in the barn... jumping from the loft.Nostalgic, peaceful and full of keleidoscopic imagery. Thank you for your commentI do appreciate it Brenda Victoria Northeast January 24, 2012 at 11:42 PM Thank you Robert- you must have been one of my imaginary friends : )Thank you for your kind comments, Bren

Milton Toran January 24, 2012 at 2:11 PM Reminds me of when I was a kid on the farm! Lots of fun!....Milt Brenda Victoria Northeast January 24, 2012 at 2:41 PM Yes I loved haystacks except the rats hehe : ) Thank you for your visits and kind words, Bren