Dain City

My hometown, where I grew up...

Two canals come to meet

Two bridges side by side

My past had once belonged there

These memories still at my side

In the City of Dain

Was where I had once dwelt

Thoughts come back, bittersweet

Its presence still heartfelt

I remember all the corners

I remember every stone

I remember it so fondly

It always is my home

The school that I once went to

Grudgingly to class

Same thirty faces, eight years

Whilst thirty years have passed

I remember trees so big

I remember my hands so small

I remember every little thing

I remember it all

The willow in the school-ground

The backstop in the park

The pavilion of a million names

The forest in the dark

The cubby-hole we smoked in

The graffiti on the walls

The speckled green and black floors

That lies within our old school’s walls

The parties of our youth

Held within night-time forest dark

That lay beyond our parents’ eyes

Out behind the park

The friends that we all knew

And never would forget

All my time I’d spent there

I never will forget

 

Reviews

[IMOGEAN]

Simple and beautiful.... THANK YOU!

[darkgurl]

such a most touching write here, I can feel the emotion in it.

[Kris Tate]

Makes me wish I hadn't been moved around so much as a child. So many memories..so many schools. Your poem is very touching, makes me almost feel as tho I was there. Bravo

xoxo

[Pointblank]

Again your words bring me back to old memories of my own. Very well done.