Remembering
Poems About Happy Childhood Memories
in Aging Poems
When sleepless I lie,
As the hours slip by,
I go walking the paths back home.
I hear the meadowlark's song
Childhood Memories - Page 2
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The Fifties
Childhood Memories Of Summerin Summer Poems
We spent those stifling endless summer afternoons
on hot front porches, cutting paper dolls from Sears
catalogs, making up our own ideal families
complete with large appliancesFeatured Shared StoryThis one brought me back, way back. I lived that kind of life, and I look back on it fondly. Time seemed to move so slowly back then. We were rushing to grow up. Little did any of us know...
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The Box
The Innocence Of ChildhoodAs I look back to when I was but a boy,
I'd have to say a cardboard box was my favorite toy.
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Endless Summer
Memories Of Happier Timesin Summer Poems
Oh, for those cloudless days of old
when holidays went on forever,
clear blue skies were lit with gold.
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Weekend In Cuero
Poem About Joy Visiting Childhood Homein Home Poems
Drivin' around to the back of the house,
Gettin' out, walkin' in, almost unannounced...
The TV's are on and so are Mother's beans.Featured Shared StoryThat was beautiful.
So simple and plain and it turned out amazing.
The last four lines were gorgeous, amazing, beautiful!
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Ranch Of Memories
What Places Do You Remember Fondly From Childhood?in Home Poems
My feet pressed against the dusty roads.
The cool breeze skimmed my face.
The air's fragrance, a mixture of fruit and flowers, traveled through my nose.
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Child Memories
Poem About The Joy Of Childhood FriendshipsWhen I was a young girl,
We used to play
Out in the field
Of flowers all day.Featured Shared StoryBeautiful poem. My aunt passed away yesterday. She was 85. A couple of years ago just by chance, we caught her on video as she came across a swing. She said, "I want to swing." We were all...
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The Beauty Of My Childhood
I am from morning dew cold against small bare feet
and birds chirping a beautiful song
From nature that sounds like the most beautiful orchestra
I've ever heard, opening my tired eyes to the world.Featured Shared StoryToday's poem that uses the "I am from..." line is an instruction I was given for an essay in a retirement center's writing class a while ago. I wonder if that's what prompted Patterson to use...
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Childhood
Missing The Simple Joys Of ChildhoodGoing back to the time, doing all that I want,
Just living up my life, getting all that I can't!
Great was the childhood, innocent were the smiles. -
Home Away From Home
Memories Of Grandma And Grandpa Poemin Home Poems
I remember when we were little kids
and would stay at grandma and grandpa's house all night.
We would get scolded when we talked in
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