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A Poem by Monners

Drum beats

Kick, Skip

Melody in your head

Takes you back to summer days

Where cherries were 24-7

And the sprinkler could occupy you for hours

And the playground down the street

was better than any theme park...

And the ball in the front yard

was better than any video game could be.

I want you to understand me,

My roots.

To go back with me and stare at the sky

The clouds make magnificent shapes

I'll show you

A castle, a spaceship, a zebra

Magic no magician could create

You're the voice constantly in my head

Reminder that I need you

To find you

And see my soul in your eyes

My heart in your hands

Cliche, but true

You are my past, present, and future

My best friend

So come with me

Take my hand

And see my world.

© 2008 Monners


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our favorite thing as kids was to play on a fallen tree in a field by our house - that tree was so many things to us: a mighty dragon, a pirate ship, a castle. We'd spend hours there - of course, such imaginative play has been lost to the technological age in which we live I think - thanks for this walk down memory lane. nicely done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I really like the imagery in this. It seems sort of melancholy and nostalgic but the ending tells me that there is more to the story. 9/10 would read again

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow this brought some wonderful memories from my childhood. An excellent poem. Also thanks for your kind review on ( I am not an angel) both your comments and your friendship are very much appreciated.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this, memories of what we did , when and where, to shape us. I think this has good rhythm and flow, until the last line. I would leave that off altogether. I think it detracts from your poem of great worth. Barbara

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it makes me feel sad and sentimental. i miss the innocent days of youth, when nothing really mattered; you just lived your life a moment at a time and didn't worry about the future. great job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

our favorite thing as kids was to play on a fallen tree in a field by our house - that tree was so many things to us: a mighty dragon, a pirate ship, a castle. We'd spend hours there - of course, such imaginative play has been lost to the technological age in which we live I think - thanks for this walk down memory lane. nicely done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nothing like those childhood memories for those are thew times that help make you who you are as an adult... a very smooth write... very enjoyable to read... makes me think back to my child times.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 21, 2008
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Monners
Monners

Chicago, IL



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