Childhood Roundel Poems

"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."


Birds sing tweet~tweet
The ocean waves ring,
After singing they are ready to eat
Earth Sings In The Key...

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Sh! Children, come here very quietly to look 
at the baby deer that's laying in a bed
Hiding in among the purple flowers
In it's bower.
It has...

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My bro and sis approached Dad by design
while staying in the background was my whim.
Dad drove me for care when sick at age nine.
Daddy carried...

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We climbed the fence
but I must say
in our defense

it seemed a good idea

but on that day
childhood’s pretense
said “it’s only play”

a dog immense
not trained to stay
reinstated...

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My eyes fixed on the scene in front of me,
I stopped in the museum just to stare
at two stuffed beasts, frozen in tragedy.
I stayed unmoving.

What...

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Each afternoon my mom and I would walk
          Two miles along the old lake road to...

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A CHILDHOOD MEMORY

I recall how in my younger days
I created things to entertain myself 
I had some very memorable ways

Let me not forget my youth

The...

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For dear life, I was frozen...hanging there 
Clinging on, slipping, were my fingertips 
Teen-ager like, stupidly...not I care 

I asked, to the lord "please father...help...

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I sat upon a stair
and saw a little man;
he smiled, but oozed despair.

A sad and lonely guy.

I didn't like to stare.
I waited for my gran,
and...

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One child memory brought much pain 
Innocence lost, hurt was my friend
Love in itself was a hard strain
Until hope shows up

Slowly sadness came to an...

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the soundtracks of my youth ramble
through the back alleys of my mind
bygone feelings in a scramble 
stirring old childhood memories

cerebral meanderings in kind
thrust my heart...

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Mom, where does happiness come from?
It comes from within
Yourself. Mom replied with a grin.
The child was watching the fish in the
Aquarium.
Then she went over to...

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Visitors ask who cleans your house? No matter
What I say my children believe it's the house
Elves who appear whenever it is necessary.
Boy do I wish.
My...

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Grandma what's a fairy?
A wee little person who has a passion for play
Every day.
They're cautionary
Not imaginary
Swift and gay.
Grandma what's a fairy?
A wee little person who...

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The children climbed on to the wooden airplane
Their mouths were going a mile a minute to all the 
Different kinds of places they could go...

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