BYLINY: a nostalgia form'that which happened '
ADOLESCENT SCENES
during the Forties
I was just a lad
growing up
was not so bad
Summer evenings
lengthened long
clambered trees
with birds in full song
across nearby fields
&over the brook
studying in nature's
real-timebook
scaled branches
for my egg collection
wild flowers
then pressed to perfection
fishing for stickleback
with jamjar and net
oftimes slipping
&getting wet
boys' club
in the old school hall
indoor hockey i
with a ragged ball
gathering conkers
on Chestnut Crescent
for annual contests adolescent
blue-paper fireworks
fifth November,
baked spuds
in glowing ember
around the streets
carol singing
boxes rattling lanterns swinging
indelible magic memoir
remembered scenes from afar
Year first Posted 2007
Categories:
jamjar, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Bio
ADOLESCENT SCENES
during the Forties
I was just a lad
growing up
was not so bad
Summer evenings
lengthened long
clambered trees
with birds in full song
across nearby fields
&over the brook
studying in nature's
real-timebook
scaled branches
for my egg collection
wild flowers
then pressed to perfection
fishing for stickleback
with jamjar and net
oftimes slipping
&getting wet
boys' club
in the old school hall
indoor hockey i
with a ragged ball
gathering conkers
on Chestnut Crescent
for annual contests adolescent
blue-paper fireworks
fifth November,
baked spuds
in glowing ember
around the streets
carol singing
boxes rattling lanterns swinging
indelible magic memoir
remembered scenes from afar
Year first Posted 2007
Categories:
jamjar, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
during the Forties
I was just a lad
growing up
was not so bad
Summer evenings
lengthened long
clambered trees
with birds in full song
across nearby fields
&over the brook
studying in nature's
real-timebook
scaled branches
for my egg collection
wild flowers
then pressed to perfection
fishing for stickleback
with jamjar and net
oftimes slipping
&getting wet
boys' club
in the old school hall
indoor hockey i
with a ragged ball
gathering conkers
on Chestnut Crescent
for annual contests adolescent
blue-paper fireworks
fifth November,
baked spuds
in glowing ember
around the streets
carol singing
boxes rattling lanterns swinging
indelible magic memoir
remembered scenes from afar
Year first Posted 2007
Categories:
jamjar, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
During the Forties I was just a lad
Growing up was not so bad;
Summer evenings,lengthened long,
Clambered tree,with birds in full song.
Across nearby fields,over the brook
Studying in nature's real-tim book;
Scaled branches for my egg collection,
Wild flowers then pressed to perfection.
Fishing for sticklback with jamjar and net,
Oftimes slipping and getting wet;
Boys' club,in the pld school hall,
Indoor hockey with a ragged ball.
Gathering conkers on Chestnut Crescent
For nnual contests,adolescent;
Blue-paper fireworks,In November,
Baked spuds in glowing embers.
Around the streets,carol singing,
Boxes rattling,lanterns swinging;
Indelible ,magic memoir-
Remebered scenes from afar.
Categories:
jamjar, childhood, life, nostalgia,
Form: Dramatic Monologue