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!

[LJW]

It is so difficult to rhyme and portray a cohesive story with emotion without coming off as overly-wraught or syrupy sweet.

You managed to pull it off here. I also loved the picture you chose. Made the story really come to life.

[lindsay]

I enjoyed every word of this poem.

[An owl on the moon]

What a profoundly moving, insightful piece, taking us back in time to a moment that was woven in your memory... Beautifully done!

[cest la vie]

Tate,
another beautiful, touching poem. Your words flow so smooothly for the reader. It is always a joy to read your pieces. Beautiful work here.

[Helen Crutchett]

A classic piece, nicely penned. I enjoyed this so much!
The picture just set the poem off beautifully. As always
your writing is inspiring and I am in awe of your talent!

Helena

[emmajoy]

There's something magical and mystical about this poem .. it touches the heart and spirit then, remains like a smile. It's beautiful, gentle, sharing a secret of how it was and can be.

'He'd offered me an apple; We each took but half not whole.' Life is or should be like that, sharing .. coz sharing makes friendship something apart, something special.

Thank you for sharing your sweet words.

[Flo]

such a beautiful piece, no wonder im a big fan of your writing, its lovely! the flow, the moving emotions, great piece, a favorite indeed.

-Flo

[The Last Poetic King]

I read this, and it brought a smile to my face. It shows of one being young, and not judging a friend over appearance. It's like you looked into this child's soul, seen that he was of good. Like you looked into the child's eyes and saw your own. I enjoyed this thoroughly.

[Jenny Nelson]

A very touching and heartfelft piece. Stirs lots of memories for sure. A wonderful write.

[Jeff Miller]

Amazing job with a great message! I love it, keep up the great work