Sweet Memories

These are memories of my country childhood where my siblings and I grew up.It was a quiet country village where children could wander without fear..
On pleasent foggy misty days
my spirit wanders far away
to lovely moments lost in time
a spring below a misty hill
where sweet shrubs bloomed in early spring
and roses wild of palest pink
more fragile than the sofest silk
Barefoot girls walked freely there
scared of niether man or beast
we wandered through the hills and fields
to gather wood to cook our meals
we picked black berries from the briar
for mama to cook her cobbler pies
We picked up nuts on graveyard hill
where mossy graves lay long untouched
yes times were hard and very lean
I would not live that time again
and yet my heart turns back with love
to sunny days and barefoot girls
and mama at the kitchen door
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rubyhawk
I appreciate your comment. I love poetry that reminds me of my experiences. Do you write poetry?
reply 1arunima25
I am reading it again and would love to do it again soon. It is beautiful. I can feel myself being in place of the girl. Thanks for such beautiful poem!! Keep writing
reply 0monalee_faith
How nicely you described. I loved the poem as it made me feel like one character in the poem. I always love to be very near to mother nature and this poem is in the lap of nature. Thank you for such a nice post.
reply 0rubyhawk
Thank you very much. I love poetry that is true to life and ones experiences.
0goldstay
A poem which I consider it nostalgic. Your words reflect that you are a good poet. Thank you for sharing. :)
reply 0rubyhawk
Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate your comment.
0arunima25
lovely poem!
reply 0rubyhawk
Thank you, I look forward to reading your work.
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