The Ides of Winter

 

 

Our days lit by constant sunshine

strength in numbers was our design

In hand me downs we ran through town

with baseball bat and ball of twine

 

By golden skies and rustled tree

for reasons yet unknown to me

My eyes were keen to beauty seen

this soul my own as I was free

 

When Ides of Winter come to be

oh times when lives were all carefree

Follow my track all the way back

to friends who meant so much to me

 

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Author's Note

Oh the taste of youth .How sweet it was to jump from bed, everyday in the constant summer of my memories

Reviews

[Dinesh Sairam]

WOW.. Awesome!

"Then we aged the world took over"

^ Amazing how you shift the pulse and meaning of the poem with just one line!

"When Ides of Winter come to be
oh times when lives were all carefree
Follow my track all the way back
to friends who meant so much to me"

Got me nostalgic there :( Perfect write brother! :) Keep writing.

[K. D. Kromminga]

It is interesting that your character seeks his way back from the "middle" or ides of winter, to a taste of the youth that he has lost. Is there a point of no return when we cannot remember the memories of our youth? Do we leave enough of a track in our wake to be able to follow our way back through the "snows" of Winter? When we grow older do we really jump from summer all the way to winter and skip the autumn? Symbolically the seasons are tied to stages in our life: Spring=youth, Summer=Young Adulthood/beginnings of parenthood/marriage, Autumn =Family/coming of age of next generation, Winter=Retirement/golden years/ending of life. Just a few musings on the topic in your poem.

[George Love]

Today, for the first time since I can remember...something like at least 49 years, I was not concerned about school closings due to weather. More intent on the memory of a summer so many years ago which faded into a fall that was most memorable. You capture here the carefree days for us all to remember, and took me back to the sandlot where we played ball, flew kites and played cowboys and indians, and endless games of tag as well. well done!

[EmpressPoetess]

I like this very much. friends are so few and so precious!

[Shellie]

I liked this one, nostalgic ....

[Havatara]

I genuinely liked this one. The flow was nice and I didn't even noticed the rhymes until I stopped to remember your style of writing. Good job, Tate!

[Carlie]

Once again you take me back to past memories that bring a smile to my face. This is definetely one of my favorites from you. Very nice!

[Liz Alexander]

I am pretty young, but your poem make wish I was still young when ran around with my girls. Great poem. Nice song choice

[Lord Da Crownsmeyer]

Very touchy...Nostalgic...:D

[Cherrie Palmer]

boys, summer, childhood friends and the love of baseball great poem!