Imagine This

When I was young,in summer sun
the excitement of life,just begun,
hours seemed like days, and days
by brooklets,still,we lazed;
When I was young,in poverty
simple pleasures were had ,for free
improvisation was our key,
for sport,fishing or climbing tree;
When I was young,before tv
books and radio were for me,
putting a face to voice and place
the birth of creativity.

Frugal times,spent so close to home
sans shopping malls and telephone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Guzzi Avatar
March 28, 2010 at 2:15 PM
a time when creation was more valued than the object of it. Light & Love
Sweetheart Avatar
March 28, 2010 at 10:09 AM
And to me they were the best days of all..more luv and more closeness ..more family values.. a wonderful reminder of those precious days when little or nothing meant everything... enjoyed your very creative write today..luv.. "Sweetheart"
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
March 28, 2010 at 3:58 AM
Beautiful poetry, Brian. It is that improvisation, which makes life exciting and feeds creativity. The graven image (Scratches on silicon) has robbed us of much...especially the children's minds...influencing the future. You're right with this nice write! Dane
Palli Avatar
March 28, 2010 at 1:03 AM
Those were good times!
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