Salad Days Poems - Poems about Salad Days

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 flick Embracing successes and feeling good, How I remember those salad days. Making...

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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 trekking out to the back fence To deliver some welcome indulgence To...

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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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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 easy it was to find if you knew where to...

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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, I found at last the key to losing weight most healthily...

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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 on a whim with just a dare Youth was never wasted...

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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. I walked all alone strolling in whirling...

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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 you're on your salad days. Beware of the temptation the apple...

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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 max of 10 lines Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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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 much where and how the shillings and earnings came from Home...

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