Best Salad Days Poems

Many can recall and recollect
the halcyon moments of carefree abandon 
When juvenile limbs climbed upon cedar limbs 
or squatted under oak or baobab shades
while languishing in youthful salad days
As they chased butterflies or katydids 
Yet ironically in their prime 
most disdained the veggie salads.

No bothering...

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MY SALAD DAYS

I was silly, little stupid
I was naughty, little timid
I was choosy, little crazy
I was fussy, little lazy
I was raw, unpolished
My salad days most cherished
I questioned, I observed
Some Wisdom I gathered
Few mistakes, few lessons
A lifetime experience! 



Date:28th October 2016
For Contest 229 any form,any topic...

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i fondly recall
chasing after ice creams trucks ~
       fun days of my youth!
 

Date Written: 06/15/2020...

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What should have been my Salad Days (but I was young, not wise)
were filled with pizza, nachos, pastries, candy bars and fries!
Many years I spent repenting when those days were through,
and there are not too many diets that I did not do!
However, in my 60’s,...

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"Salad Days"



My days, I find, 
Are as full as I choose to make them now.

I may opt to spend the day
Watching the birds at play
In my wobbly old bird bath.

Or pass a smile
Watching the squirrels
Delighting over the treats
I’ve offered them in the ancient pecan tree.

Or...

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Amidst the cool breeze of the dawn, the hope is on aborning.
For every tear down the face of the sky,
There is a rainbow smiling.
For every sinister's shadow, the silent sentinel is on watch.
Ready to spoil the eggs the evil is about to hatch.

Hope, now that...

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SALAD DAYS  
 
     Remembrances of my salad days can’t enrapture me.
     Compound fractures in heart when compelled to brawl, 
     though healed in the long run have left deep scars.
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How I remember those salad days
When life was a mix of this and that
Experimenting with abandoned glee
Finding enjoyment in life’s pleasures,
Without much thought of consequences
How I remember those salad days.
Each day brought exciting adventures
And lessons learned at my expense,
When I brushed off failures with a...

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Yesterday when my world was young
and days were wasted seeking fun
Smiles were cheap and our bikes our wheels
gorging candy and skipping meals
Time was solid as we chipped it away
innocence challenged as we leaped into the fray
Too young to be afraid, too dumb to care
do anything...

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Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch 

(dedicated to my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch Sr.)

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the front porch swing,
dangling his long thin legs, watching the sweat bees drone,
talking about poke salat—
how...

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