A Child Of The Road

When Childhood rounds a bend to be lost, all that remains is what's in the mind.

Once on a rock beside a road

I sat watching the passers by

When one among them showed

To look back with a questing eye

He was a child, not more than three

Tagging along a dog behind

But once they rounded out a tree

The two, I no longer could find

That child, I thought, could once be me

Of many roads way back in time

Hopping  along a preset way

As would a scripted playful mime

Life then was Spring,  without the cares

The wilds with birds  we hunted down

Me and my father put up snares

All conservation was our own

But Time has rounded out a tree

The child we no longer could find

Neither were wilds, even the spree

Except what were left in my mind.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand the poem. We leave things behind and can be reminded of what we lost. I like the use of photo and thoughts.
"Neither were wilds, even the spree
Except what were left in my mind."
The above lines are true. Hard to go back in time to when we knew how to be free and laughter. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

You have spoken well enough. Thank you.

[Rachelle]

Though we find joy in the innocence of our past, we now work to prepare a better world for the innocents to come. If only this were possible….

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

Everything is possible. If the past has been spent in innocence, the present now regrets that it has gained knowledge, the cognizance, but lost the bliss of ignorance as a consequence.

[Rachelle]

Truth in your words.

[DeeZire]

This is such a beautiful poem, concerning childhood
and the pains of growing up. Memories of so long ago
will forever be in one's mind.

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

I wrote this one from experience. Childhood is such wonderful time, although only realized upon having been way past it. Thank you Dee.