Joan Donnelly Ellis Poet Rhyme

Remembering the Good Old Days

Just remembering the 50's and the good old days,
 When "I'm Bored" wasn't part of our vocabulary.
 We had hopscotch, skip rope, hide 'n seek, and tag,
 Life was full of adventure, dreams and mystery.
 Food was scarce, money earned collecting bottles throughout the countryside.
 Many of us hadn't even a bike nor a toboggan on which to slide.
 We romanced the rain showers during April,
 And frolicked in snow drifts at winter time.
 Imaginations were awakened and we befriended,
 Our river, meadows and woods with trees to climb.
 Back then it was safe to walk alone to a friend's home,
 Or explore along The St. Lawrence River's shore.
 Back then neighbours were like family- close kin
 Who'd no need to ever lock their door.
 Simplicity was the poor man's secret,
 Practising love, patience, humility and joy 
 Ever noticed the man who is led by God's Hand,
 Never loses the essence of a much admired boy?

 Reflections by Joan May Donnelly Ellis March 17 2015

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Daniel Turner March 3, 2016 at 8:16 PM Joan your writings bring back a lot of memories from my youth in the south. Same memories different location. Really enjoyed the read. Thank you. Peace dear lady:) Joan Donnelly Ellis March 4, 2016 at 10:21 AM Thank you Daniel. I appreciate your comment.