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Neverland

On the south-western side of the old mission school, on the corner of 1st, where the blackberries grew a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with tracks It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with foxtails and youthful bare feet had constructed thin trails, cupping deep paths that were littered with smiles, deep in the amber of weeds and tall grass. It wasn't far beyond a patched wire fence that hemmed my Grandmother's russet old house. Westerly whirlwinds would rattle the ragweed, while seeds of the bull-thorns, that prickled our toes, would race with the tumbleweeds, tossed into rows like last winter's snowmen, worn to the bone There were traces of honeysuckle mixed with wild rose from Grandma's old arbor, that loomed in the distance A rusty old weathervane, cruised 'round, and 'round The ivy was overgrown, and a sleepy old hound would snooze by the clothesline, in shade he had found But, deep in the field, was a land of our own A place we called 'Neverland', a loft in the wind In the yoke of one tree, with the help of our dad was a fort built of scrap wood, from piles by the shed. And by hook or by crook, I would take all commands While my brother's brewed brainstorms, and his black plastic hook, assigned him the Captain, while I was the crew of a ramshackle galleon, brought to life from our books While I dangled in air, from a tired old swing "Tinker", my name...in this masculine game.. I would push off, while he pulled me, right up to the sky and into the branches, with leaves in my eyes...... I would fly to the depth's of a steel gray-blue sky I would grovel, and shovel, to have his approval........ for he was much older, much wiser than me I would play like a tomboy,.....shove doll-drums away Such sweet summer days,......while bright splintered rays of hot summer sun, would spotlight our play. We would stay until twilight, to watch the sun die Defying all gravity.......I could see to eternity Tootsie Pops clung to the tip of our tongues while the sun of the twilight, dipped over the dunes and the call of our mother, slipped over the moon
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 7/25/2016 7:49:00 AM
Wonderful nostalgic poem, congrats on your win
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Date: 7/22/2016 6:41:00 AM
Wonderful narrative Carrie, congratulations ...
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Date: 7/21/2016 4:08:00 PM
Carrie, congrats on your placement lovely lady :)-luloo
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Date: 7/21/2016 1:56:00 PM
Childhood memories are the best always,congrats Carrie!
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Date: 7/21/2016 1:31:00 PM
Carrie, Congrats on your awesome win. Thank you for supporting my second Premiere contest. Stop by my latest blog "The Perfect One." Forever **SKAT**
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Date: 7/21/2016 12:21:00 PM
Congrats on your win my lovely friend. Loved always, bl
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Date: 7/21/2016 10:59:00 AM
Beautiful...Congrats on your win. :)
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Date: 7/21/2016 10:11:00 AM
Such beautiful write Carrie! I salute you! Congratulations and keep on writing more. You are indeed an inspiration! ;)
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Date: 7/21/2016 8:14:00 AM
wonderful memories Carrie congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 4/18/2015 3:19:00 PM
Carrie, Congratulations, in Rob's Golden days contest. Take Care ~LINDA~
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Date: 4/10/2015 4:38:00 PM
Carrie, congratulations on your win with this beautifully written poem, 7, such wonderful words and lines expressing glowing lovely childhood memories
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Date: 4/9/2015 2:42:00 AM
a golden moment worth remembering... sweet congrats on your fine award, carrie!
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Date: 4/8/2015 7:28:00 PM
Congrats Carrie on your win. A beautiful write!
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Date: 4/8/2015 7:24:00 PM
I loved this write, Tinker! Would have loved to be part of that crew! God bless.
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Date: 4/8/2015 7:13:00 PM
What wonderful memories you shared, Carrie, through your very descriptive and beautifully written narrative. I felt as though I was right there while reading it. And how we all used to play then...with so much imagination, so care-free, and staying out in our neighborhoods until mother called...those were the days. Congratulations on your nice win! Hugs, Sandra
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Date: 4/8/2015 1:26:00 PM
Congratulations on your beautiful poem and win. Blessings dear friend Eve
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Date: 4/8/2015 5:44:00 AM
Carrie, you took a golden day and made it so much more. Congrats and thanks for entering.
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Date: 4/8/2015 1:35:00 AM
Wonderful and interesting piece.Good write,Carrie. Congrats on your superb win...kudos to you..
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Date: 2/1/2015 8:46:00 AM
This one grabbed my soul!!!.. Tired old swing.. I LOVED my tire swing.. Faving this nostalgic piece, dear friend.. It takes me to a happy place... Hugs.. Arlene
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Date: 1/31/2015 9:53:00 AM
Carrie , Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups home page. ~Always & Forever~ LINDA
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Date: 1/27/2015 12:43:00 PM
Beautiful Carrie. this took me back to my childhood days. Carefree days that no longer remain. Xlnt...
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Date: 1/22/2015 8:49:00 PM
Oh how I love this my special friend. I could see and feel the pictures as I read. You have serious talent.
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Date: 8/30/2014 9:47:00 AM
Beautiful images, Carrie! Congratulations on your win!!!
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Date: 8/29/2014 8:20:00 PM
Oh ,Carrie, this is so special. You are truly a great poetess..congrats. BG
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Date: 8/29/2014 7:12:00 PM
Carrie, a truly beautiful poem...I can hear children's voices calling as if from a distant place. A great write. Congratulations.
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