Mark Koplin Poet Rhyme

The Good Old Days

my Father’s smile is a memory dear to me
              smelling freshly made bread and seeing frost on the trees
                       playing outside and feeling youthfully free
                   enjoying a family campfire in the evening breeze

                        I remember bicycle rides on country roads
                       my mother working hard to lessen our load
                    life in my youth before those dreaded crossroads
                       we played without internet and no download

                           we swung on ropes and climbed up hills
                     we dealt with our problems without taking a pill
                     I used my imagination for adventures and thrills
                          kisses on my cheek when I was feeling ill.

              we danced in the rain and smelled the fresh flowers in May
                      I remember enjoying life in many different ways
                              we rode horses and cut our own hay
                        these are my memories of the good old days

                                         January 16, 2021

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Jennifer Proxenos January 17, 2021 at 6:21 AM Hi Mark, I relate to your poem a great deal - I also have strong and happy memories of my Father and I, we used to race down a road, count white cars when we were going somewhere and, always chose white because there are so many of them. I used to go to his work - he was a Sergeant Major then and he used to always give me paper and pencils to draw, He resigned from the army a Captain at the age of 44 when we came down to South Africa. I thoroughly enjoyed your poem. Hugs and blessings, Jenn. Mark Koplin January 17, 2021 at 7:44 AM Thank you for sharing your memories Jennifer, I'm glad a poem that I wrote can trigger good memories! Thank you so much!

Rob Carmack January 17, 2021 at 5:59 AM Just like you said below, I too appreciate them more the older I get. Mark Koplin January 17, 2021 at 7:42 AM It's good to see you Rob! I appreciate the visit. I hope all is well with you.

Caren Krutsinger January 16, 2021 at 7:18 PM Your memories took me swiftly and happily back to my own good ole days. Thank you Mark. Mark Koplin January 17, 2021 at 7:41 AM Good I'm glad, Thank you Caren!

Jan Allison January 16, 2021 at 10:59 AM what wonderful memories Mark:-) write on:-) hugs Jan xx Mark Koplin January 16, 2021 at 1:14 PM Indeed, Thanks Jan!

Tom Cunningham January 16, 2021 at 8:03 AM What great memories you have Mark, not a computer in sight and plenty fresh air didn't do us any harm. The good old days for sure. Tom Mark Koplin January 16, 2021 at 1:14 PM I'm thankful that I can walk outside and look around and see my old memories. I live in the same house I grew up in. My family moved here when I was three.

Jenna Logan January 16, 2021 at 6:58 AM Those are wonderful memories from your younger days, Mark. Life was so much simpler then, and everyone appreciated life more. Things are much too hectic now, and surreal on many levels. Mark Koplin January 16, 2021 at 1:11 PM I visit these memories often, the older I get the more I treasure them.