Vince Suzadail Jr. Poet Narrative

The Park

Saturday afternoon with a few moments to kill
Took a ride by the park up on Dutch Hill
My mind went back to a time and place
When I wore a little boy’s smile on my face
So much had changed since those innocent days
I drifted back through the years where a child plays
I played in the sandbox and rode the swing
Climbed the monkey bars in the Early Spring
I remembered church picnics and being there after dark
Playing cowboys and Indians with my friends in the park
We rode the sliding board and climbed in the trees
Spraining our ankles and skinning our knees
Sometimes we gazed at the stars while we lied on the ground
Or tried to see how fast we could push the merry go round
We learned from each other as we grew up back then
And drifted apart as we became women and men
We played from sun up until it was dark
The best years of our lives were spent at the park

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Fide Erken January 28, 2009 at 1:41 AM Sweet childhood memories! like your poem. Unfortunately children play only computer games now.I'm sorry for them best wishes Fide Thanks a lot for your kind message

Celeste Butler-Mendez December 5, 2008 at 6:42 AM Ah, childhood. How precious and the memories are priceless. I'm new to Poetrysoup, Vince and keep forgetting to rate the poem. Is that necessary? What does it do to the rating of the work and author's rating? Celeste

Keith Bickerstaffe December 3, 2008 at 5:17 AM Wonderful memories Vince! Marvelous cadence and rhyming, and so richly descriptive... BRAVO my friend! Best wishes, Keith

Jack Kenny November 30, 2008 at 5:10 PM Vince, I wrote something similar about my youth that was called; "Pure Fun." I wrote it in 1991, which seems like a million years ago now. I enjoyed the narrative/rhyming movement of your poem and it reminds me of my youth. I can't run nor walk anymore because of my disabilities, but I still enjoy writing and enjoy life as much, and as often as possible. I imagine that you do too. Take care. A friend in writing, Jack K.

Derrick Burton November 26, 2008 at 8:20 PM smooth poem and it flows right off the tung in my mind. great way to weave the love of the park into your thoughts and then to paper.

Danielle White November 24, 2008 at 4:17 PM Wow, I really had a flashback to my childhood when I read your poem...I have so few GOOD memories, I cannot thank you enough for drawing that one out from the depths of my memories. Beautiful, moving poem, my friend. I was back in kindergarten again. (Rhyme intentional!) *****Dani******

Katelyn Pellerin November 24, 2008 at 12:01 PM its so sad that now you tell the young ones to go play out side they ask if they can on the computer or play their video games instead, back then all we did was play outside all day and get hurt an not even care those were the days

Katelyn Pellerin November 24, 2008 at 11:59 AM oh how we all miss those days

James Foulk November 19, 2008 at 3:03 PM It seems kids today don't play cowboys and indians. to busy with their computer games and the like. this one took me back to the good days of my youth. when they use to have movies up at the park, and all the family reunions we had at the park. a great write.

Fareeda Moin November 18, 2008 at 4:55 PM A splendid poem that recollects the charming days of child hood. I can understand the feelings behind the write. Thanks for your kind comments on my poem Only For You. Regards. -Fareeda

Valerie Bellefleur November 18, 2008 at 9:18 AM Memories become so bittersweet as we get older and sometimes hard to revisit places with so many good and bad times.. You think as I do.. Thank you so much for your comments, Vince. Keep writing these heartfelt poems..

Daver Austin November 17, 2008 at 2:36 PM I remember those days, Vince, with a decided pang of nostalgia. A kid could thumb a ride out to that park of yours and not fear he'd be abducted. You always charm me with your common sense approach to communication. Great going! Love, daver

Michael Degenhardt November 17, 2008 at 10:12 AM Such lovely memories of those childhood carefree days. Beautiful imagery and a terrific flow to this read. Michael

Carrie Richards November 17, 2008 at 7:52 AM Loved your "screen door" comment, Vince!! That's a good one...I'll have to tell my grandkids!! ...Carrie

Diane Christian November 17, 2008 at 6:51 AM hiya, thanks for your feed back on what are theyr ealy fighting for, my older son got sent to afganistan not so long back too, he drives the big fuel tankers so if he had got hit h'd go up like a light, I pray it ends now too, my boy is just 22 years old, anyway god bless you from diane

Leah Yoho November 16, 2008 at 6:28 PM This kind of reminds me of my life now Vince, wich reminds me, it's been a while since I've posted hasn't it!? Great poem. Love as always, Leah!!!

Diane Christian November 16, 2008 at 7:28 AM aww this is so wonderful of childhood memories, some of mine was quite sad but when I go to the park with my children I go on the swings even now I have a go on it and have a laugh. its great to keep a child like faith, god bless you from diane and thanks for all you feed back on my poems it means a lot

Phyllis Babcock November 15, 2008 at 6:10 PM The good old days. Seems as we get older we start recalling more of those special moments we had in childhood. God Bless Phyl

John Loving Iii November 15, 2008 at 2:08 PM you brought back memories i hadn't had in years. i had all the same things. nostalgic is the word a happy and yet sad memory. i can still swing but i can't jump off.ha ha. very very good. John H Loving III

Mohammad Yamin November 15, 2008 at 12:56 PM Vince, What a great write - profound recollections of the childhood. Those were great times, indeed. Some children were not so lucky and hate to recollect their childhood on this account. But in most cases the experiences are same as you vividly describe. Thanks for your educated comments on my poem 'Nothing'. I am indebted. -Mohammad

Ali Matheny November 14, 2008 at 5:47 AM I'm a . And that hurt. Thanks. . .

Kristin Reynolds November 14, 2008 at 3:11 AM Oh Vince, that 4th line choked me right up. I loved my life before I turned 5...to go back to that time, before the hell came, would be...well...there are no words for how much I would love just one day from that time. Keep these gems from yesterday coming, they are so pure. love Kristin

Nita Martin November 13, 2008 at 8:26 PM So well put and so true ofcorse my park was more like a farm I grew up with pigs and chickens and goats that me and my friends played with and the cows as long as I didn't get mad and lock my best friends brother in with the bull I stayed out of trouble and I only did that a few times it was more fun to out climb him in my aunts old willow tree them pick on him cause he got beat by a girl thanks for sharing this your friend Nita

Ali Matheny November 13, 2008 at 7:23 PM Do you dislike me for some reason?

Janice Smith November 13, 2008 at 5:14 PM Boy those were the days of innocence weren't they. You sure took me back to the times and places in my childhood. Thank you for the fond memories relived.....God's blessings.....Thanks for the comment on my poem.......In His grip....By His grace........JEPR

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