Weekend In Cuero
Poem About Joy Visiting Childhood Home
in 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.
Childhood Memories - Page 2
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Featured Shared Story
That was beautiful.
So simple and plain and it turned out amazing.
The last four lines were gorgeous, amazing, beautiful!
Though time has passed and gave you struggles, you inspire me... -
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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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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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.
Down the slopes I would race, -
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. -
Sometimes
Poem About Wanting To Go Back In Timein Aging Poems
Sometimes I sit and think
Sometimes I remember
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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 -
Mama Ironing
In Memory Of My Mother Poemin Home Poems
A sweltering, stewing August afternoon as a fan blows hot stale air,
You taste the sweat on your lip, gritty with salt
and it makes you thirsty for change.
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Sweet Memories Of Growing Up
in Home Poems
moonlight dancing, raindrops glistening ,
splash, laugh, smile, run
oh what a time, remembering when
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Where I'm From
Poem About My Rootsin Home Poems
I'm from rifles,
From footballs and shotguns.
I'm from the dirt and grass on my farm,
From the four wheeler that I can still remember
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