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.

[S. Georgia]

Just wow, I love the rhythm, the rhyming scheme. The flow. Its just beautifully done and put together. Awesome job, man, awesome.
-S.

[LoveAndDreams]

Hey! This is good!
The rhythm and rhyme suit are constant and the poem creates a picture in my head. Well done!

[Samuel Dickens]

As do you, so I too remember those youthful days when nothing was limited--not time or energy or possibilities. I'd pay a handsome fee if I could go back for just one day.

[Jamie S.]

Ah boyhood and summertime, goes together like mustard and hotdogs! This is a great memory filled write and makes me look forward to helping my boys fill thier summertime memories. The song is a nice touch too:)

[Ruth]

The innocence of youth, can never be taken away, although it seems that way at times! Always a pleasure to read your works of nostalgia hon
xx

[Kelly Taylor]

This is simply beaufiful. The imagery and metaphors are amazing, and the lines "Follow my track all the way back/to friends who meant so much to me" hit me hard. The nostalgia reflected in this poem is perfect.

[StacyPerry]

I remember those days of youth and not caring, no responsibilities and enjoying life because we NEVER knew what lie ahead of us in the end of this freakin game called life

[Augustus]

Ah! Don't we all wish the same! You have conveyed a universal emotion very poignantly. A nice easy flow and a nice theme. ..."this soul my own as I was free"... indeed, our soul does not remain our own as we "age and the world takes over"...
A lovely write!

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes being young and baseball. I remember we played till the darkness came. I like the story in your words. Kids need sports. Make them understand friendship. And to know we lose some and win some. Sports is a good teacher for life. A outstanding poem.
Coyote