Sequence-Memories

Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids
Tables written out with old pen nibs

Noses pressed flat on the window glass
our pockets tinkling ,full of brass

Exploring fields across the brook
studying in nature's real time book

Fishing for minnows with jar and net
oftimes slipping and getting wet

Winding brooklets filling narrow streams
into rivers of childhood dreams
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Johnson Avatar
June 15, 2009 at 10:25 PM
Congratulations in placing in the contest, Brian. Happy memories in this poem. Love, Joyce
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June 15, 2009 at 7:48 PM
Loved this poem, and so glad to have another chance to read it again. Congratulations on placing in Deborah's contest, Brian! Well done! ~ Carrie
Winter Avatar
December 31, 2008 at 12:37 PM
You've taken us back in time to the magic of childhood. So beautiful, so nostalgic. The littlest things always magnified in the eyes of youth. And those memories, like yesterday, remain clear as day, as a private treasure chest of pure joy. Love, Shar
Richards Avatar
December 31, 2008 at 8:50 AM
This goes into my favorites!! Such wonderful days were those...seems then it was more innocent to be a child, to dream of fishing, of playing, of climbing trees.....not of computer games, remote controls! Children today, are missing out on things so wonderful that they may never know. ps....we still have one of those old lift-up lid desks....an old antique that holds the inkwell. I keep it in the corner of our study, the grandchildren love to draw there. ~Love, Carrie
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December 31, 2008 at 3:11 AM
Wow, Brian, this almost had me in tears. L6 is just sheer perfection. THIS is what makes life magucal, these experiences and living! Amazing, as always, and one for my favorites. :) I want my kids to feel this way about their childhood. love, Kristin
Torres Avatar
December 31, 2008 at 1:35 AM
may our good Lord comfort you through all this and know that I am there for you and I pray for the other's to be healed and to know that you are a caring and thoughtful man who is loved on this sight by everyone. God Bless you Brian. Christ love to you Michael
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December 31, 2008 at 1:28 AM
Brian this is beautiful. I have been praying for those that have been hurt. You are a wonderful man who I admire and respec. Brian you are a decent man and I know you would never hurt anyone. You are a christian man and you were there for me when I needed you to be. Showing your love and support. Brian you a man of decency creativity and an unblemish reputation and my heart goes out to you. I am praying for all this to be over with and for everyone to have healing. I respect you and I admire you
Moreno Avatar
December 31, 2008 at 1:27 AM
As always great work. The images painted in words are great. Very nostalgic and timeless...Raul
Kelly Avatar
December 31, 2008 at 1:07 AM
Different times , different simple ways of filling-in the day ... Always nice merories ...
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