out of step

out of step

The winds of time

sweep over the terrain

I once played.

Echoes of laughter

lingers in moments,

of childhood pleasures.

Across the creek,

the discovery, gone.

stepping stones

no longer in step

with time.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Your words struck home with me. A creek ran by our house, skating in winter, splashing in summer...days gone but not forgotten. Valentine

[andrew mitchell]

thank you kathie

[B. Boileau]

Childhood memories are not gone, nor are the new discoveries yet to be made. You simply have to start the search again, perhaps start with the child still within us.

[andrew mitchell]

yes the memories are not gone bill just the child. being a kid is just not long enough really for some. yes the child is in all of us but its not the same, that innocence! thanks bill

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we used to play in the creeks, my buddy and i...would try to ride our bikes through it...not easy...ha ha...

but yes, those were stepping stones to growing up...and growing outside of the box...now we are chained to computers and video games...and the creeks probably miss us.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your words Jacob. I do miss those carefree days of exploring, my mate and I tried to row paddle a fridge down river but the buoyancy was against us. Best years to remember compared to times on a computer!!

[Sami Khalil]

A beautiful nostalgic poem with longing and a tinge of sadness. Thank you ...:)..................

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you sami for your kind words.:)