Emile Pinet Poet Shadorma

Wistful Recollections

Memories
form nostalgic dreams
tethered to
family
and innocence lost to time:
when I was a child.

Bogeymen
back then; were pretend:
all summer,
I'd stay out
playing till it was too dark
to see anything.

Marbles and
bubblegum cards, were
like money:
oft gamble
in games of skill after school,
hoping to win more.

I would take
long walks in the woods
by myself:
surrounded
by the presence of nature;
in hushed solitude.

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Lonna Blodgett July 20, 2019 at 9:48 PM Those were such great times before the mass media and instant gratification. Thank you for taking me there once again in a beautifully depicted way. Lonna Emile Pinet July 21, 2019 at 7:08 AM Thanks Lonna, I agree, the world seemed so much more interesting back then, my friend, Emile.