Voices
Sitting here under an old shady tree I heard
voices of school children from afar;
Though vague in the distance it left me
reminiscing memories of long ago.
Ah, our voices
when we were young
and oh, so true!
Untiringly climbing mountain
dancing and singing in the rain.
We built and shouted our dreams
of who we will be decades from then,
Until our voices echoed in the cliffs;
And thousand times returned to us.
Now, here under the old shady tree,
I mumble, "oh, childhood, where art thou? "
And as the voices vanish,
I hear birds chirping in unison.
May 30, 2020
Entered for “What Brings You Peace Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2020
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