Senryu: The Little Bridge

It was a little bridge, and is still little now.

It's that little bridge, 

Where we used to play, time passed, 

And moss took over. 

 - Stu. T.H. (November 25, 2023)

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful write here
Yes we were allowed to play outside all day we lived opposite a gully a bush reserve with large tall gum trees and lots of rocks to climb
Your poem brought back memories of our childhood

[Stu. T.H.]

Nolstagia was indeed what I was going for ~ It's fun seeing how everyone who may differ in cultural origins share at least the nolstagic sentiments. Thank you for coming by~!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember pastures in Vermont where we used to play.
Priceless memmories of being outside as kids, running around...not sitting in a room playing video games.

How wonderful our childhood was.

[Stu. T.H.]

Ah ~ Despite the difference in our background and cultures, I believe I share such sentiments as well.
I remember younger days when I "go on adventures" with friends or all alone while allowing myself to indulge in wonders I couldn't understand back then.
Back when we are kids, the jungle is so much more than a mystery, the mountains are so much higher, and the wind is always inviting us on a new journey. Such are the olden days, and those are golden memories to me, even if my companions, none share it.

[Stu. T.H.]

Time played a game of hide and seek, leaving us to ponder ourselves where it has gone,
Time played a game of treasure finding, leaving us to ponder where are the memories it has hidden.