Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Memories of Bygone Days

Memories Of Bygone Days


O' yes,  how well I remember her still
giant black oak atop big wooded hill
Those treasured days now long flown by
our free spirits flying so very high

Summer days within Nature's fine realm
majestic views that did so overwhelm
Cloudy days in the meadow far below
flowers galore, O' what a great show

My lady and I went up there to park
glorious scene set our hearts to spark
Under canopy of that old massive oak
she sweet words of undying love spoke

Our tree saw our love start to bloom
picture of that oak in our bedroom
Two years it watched our love grow
how was it to ever see or dare know

Life came and flew on us so fast
love came deeply but failed to last
Fate sent us onto far different treks
love destroyed, both lives were wrecks

Now I pass that massive tree on the hill
memory recalls her beauty , what a thrill
Time destroyed the scene it ruled then
O' the love of what should, could have been

JULY 2015

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Quoth Theraven June 13, 2021 at 3:50 PM Robert, How odd, this poem assigned numbers by a few poets. How do some find it so easy to weigh words, measure the depth of a heart. -Richard Robert Lindley June 14, 2021 at 9:28 AM Thank you my friend. As to the numbers, back then the top number one could give was a 7. It was measure that indicated top excellence in poetry. I am so truly delighted that you have found this one to read and comment on my friend. Always a pleasure. God bless.

Manmath Dalei October 24, 2016 at 3:02 AM Robert, This is a great piece, a gem we can say. Salute to ur brain. A big 7 & a fav from me.............//hugs

Skat A June 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM ROBERT, NICE FAV WIN.... SKAT

Balveen Cheema May 2, 2016 at 5:29 AM Congrats for being Andrea's New Fave! Unquestionably, your oak tree overpowers!

The Grahamburglar May 2, 2016 at 12:13 AM This is beautiful...a little sad...but beautiful. It gets a 7 from me. -G

Eve Roper May 1, 2016 at 10:42 AM Robert, love the love you have shown congratulations on your win! Hugs Eve

Andrea Dietrich May 1, 2016 at 9:01 AM You chose very well with theme for my contest, Robert. I loved reading this one again. it is truly one of your best works! And this time a fave!

James Tate July 28, 2015 at 5:02 PM Robert, you have a gift that is apparent from reading our poems. So expressive. I'm glad I dropped by.

Robert Nehls January 5, 2015 at 6:35 AM Hi, Robert. This is a fine, fine poem, that brings to mind for me the great symbolism of love that the mighty oak demands. It seemed like even when you were very young you understood that and wished for a lasting love that the oak symbolized. I know that you have found that love and now you are among a small group of oaks that present their poetry here at the Soup. This is a seven and a favorite..... Robert Robert Lindley January 5, 2015 at 10:02 AM Very insightful my friend. Yes, I've found finally the lady that understand what fidelity in marraige is.. Most blessed days in my life were the day I found her and days each of my children were born. I guess the third time is the charm...

Richard Lamoureux January 4, 2015 at 9:05 AM It seems we are on a similar wave length, my latest poem also dealt with lost love. I like the symbolism of the mighty oak! I use to enjoy looking at the apple trees as I drove to work, then one day they were all chopped down. I felt an immeasurable sadness that is still present within me today. Robert Lindley January 4, 2015 at 10:44 AM Yes, apparently we are , as it was your poem that inspired my Pied Piper piece! Past losses when they are about love are fodder for great expression. Some poets(I envy greatly) do such so very well. Your comment made on my Pied Piper piece showed great intuition as I had already started a second addition to that write! ESP much????

Eileen Manassian January 4, 2015 at 8:47 AM Very touched by this. Yes, man does wreck havoc...he is his own enemy. I love the sentiments that you described here. Thanks so much for your visit. I appreciate it...

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders January 4, 2015 at 1:09 AM I love the heartfelt beauty and poignancy of your poem, Robert. Thanks for sharing...hugs, Rhonda

Mark Trichet January 3, 2015 at 11:39 PM A perfect poem painting a picture of your past, no matter how much it hurts. Cherish the good times. Loved it Robert, all the best.

Andrea Dietrich January 3, 2015 at 7:32 PM Such melancholy and nostalgia in this one. I love this kind of poetry, robert. Anyway, I bet you are happy in your world today and that is also as it should be!!

Gary Bateman January 3, 2015 at 6:54 PM Hello Robert!! A marvelous write here my very good friend. The rhyme and the progression of the imagery are quite compelling. It sometimes helps to travel mentally back in time in writes like these to capture certain past sentimental events that still have emotional importance to you. Same for me -- at times!! Enjoyed this much Robert. A most definite "7" and a FAV!! Best Always, Gary

Nette Onclaud January 3, 2015 at 3:52 PM sentimental glimpse from another time in your world, Robert... fascinating poesy!.... huggs and happy new year!

John Fleming January 3, 2015 at 3:22 PM Very poignant and full of old worldly charm. Nice poem Robert! :) john.

Paul Callus January 3, 2015 at 3:19 PM Hi Robert! Enjoyed looking through a small window unto your past. That oak tree must have many memories of love, both happy and sad. Some things are not meant to be and we do not always have control over what happens. a #7 All the best my friend. // paul