Spitchwick

Remember when we walked that day? 
You went there as a child and jumped 
from rocks into the crystal water; 
fishing; swinging from a rope. 

Remember when we walked that day? 
You went to reminisce; to recapture naivety.   
The innocence of a childhood 
lost to tainted maturity. 

Remember when we walked that day? 
The countryside unspoiled still. 
The sparkling river ever flowing; 
taking torrents of teeming water to the sea. 

Remember when we walked that day? 
My imagination placed me there with you - 
even though I had never been - 
but we were there, we two.... 

jumping into crystal water; 
fishing, swinging from a rope. 
Children laughing, chasing, teasing, 
then collapsing to picnic, exhausted by the adventure. 

I remember when we walked that day - do you?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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December 6, 2008 at 11:33 PM
I was intrigued by your title... a favourite place, real or imagined? The repetitions are most effective, and the mood you create is sublime. Best wishes, Keith
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