Childhood Friends

 

 

 

As dawn broke bright on my soul

Gifting the small child in me

Was the warmth and perfection

In all wonders I could see

 

One day my path crossed a boy

This child of kind persuasion

We became the best of friends

I still think of him on occasion

 

He was dirt covered and black

From coalmines where he would play

We would smile each time we met

Then play tag all night and day

 

He'd offered me an apple

We each took but half not whole

For it cheap at half the price

To make friends of this new soul

 

Now a father of my own

I see him bright laughing still

That smile from my sweet childhood

Running happy down the hill

 

Tate

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Reviews

[Bud]

This is a moving piece of poetic art, Tate. All of your work strikes me as one who has come to understand that he has made many mistakes in life. Taken too many things, loved ones for granted. And rather than sit back basking in sorrow over all that has past, and can't be undone you do as any wise and intelligent man would. Look back on your mistakes to see just where the errors were made. Trying to take a positive away from the experience. And then trying to pass the knowledge you have gained onto others, so that they hopefully won't make the same errors. Only intelligent people learn from their mistakes, not allowing them to weigh them down. Life is but a learning block. We walk it everyday...
Another deep meaning, and most touching poem, Tate. Magnificent!

[Andy Ruffett]

Beautiful. You wipe the mud away and reveal the beauty of the piece.

[Kaiodem]

Woah. That's all I have to say is just woah.

You almost made me tear up.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats for this great winning piece! Great Work!

[Nicole]

very moving and interesting

[Lexi Nicole]

Very beautifully written, and I love the flow. Wonderful piece!

-Howl

[Raivenne]

I like the fow of this. It actually reads of a certain joie de vivre as only children can know "running happy down the hill".

[a]

moving, light, true.
thank you!

[Kelley Quinn]

He was dirt covered and black;
From coalmines where he would play.
We would smile each time we met;
Then run tag all night and day.

I love the way you phrase everything.
You don't say "He was covered in black dirt" but "He was dirt covered and black" I love the creativity of it all.
Fascinating piece, I must admit.

[LadyNaida]

This is so beautiful! I love the picture too.

[vandana]

A nice work of art on a treasured childhood memory. Liked the image as well.