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.

[Kandy]

Very nice. A look back into childhood. I love the ending where friends remain the same. I feel the same way about my childhood friends. Great Job.

[JENY]

nostalgic feelings…
is a treasure…..
for a poet……
your lines help us readers to have a peep into it….
Very beautiful…

[Robyn]

wow!! this is a really lovely poem!
i love the flow and rhyme of the poem as well as the great concept and idea of it all!
well done my friend :)

[VioletRose]

Very good write Tate!

[Cassandra D.]

Wonderful as always. Amazing job.
Thanks for sharing

[Lilly]

The transition from a child's thinking and actions to that of an adult is shown here so beautifully. I think it is only as we grow older that we realise it was the simple things in life that made us so happy in our youth.

"My eyes were keen to beauty seen
this soul my own as I was free

Then we aged the world took over
legs ran no more through the clover
As older eyes forgot young ties
no longer gods constant rover"

Beautiful.

[Katie Louise Hughes]

This had a great overall theme, and I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing! :))

[zogzog]

this is awesome tate! sorry i have not read before sooner....really lyrical and almost
radiant in a sense of the word....like it....the pic too is awesome....

[Bubo]

We moan when we're young..........and as we reach adulthood and look back we remember it was the simple things in life where we were most content, before life became complex and filled with adult emotions.........wonderful piece, I still have friends from my childhood whom i cherish and laugh with about all the things we got up too.

[_thesovo]

Amazing! I love it.