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In those crystal-water days
before pollution, when bubbling springs
gushed; flooding the watercress beds
and cooling the feet of paddling children,
reliable Summers sat like a season of joy.

With shirts bulging with stolen apples
we ran the slime of frog spawn through
our seven-week, holiday fingers.

The woods dark and cool in places,
its clearings full of warming, flashlight rays.
Rolling hills became our giant, cardboard slides
as wild rabbits watched from a safe distance.
Our scruffy, mongrel dogs barked
and joined in the mayhem
of freedom and innocent fun.

Below in the valley, horses delivered bread,
ice-cream men rode bikes, sweets sat in jars
and women talked over fences of
washing, prices and husbands.
The steam from trains covered the houses
like a disastrous fire, but cleared to reveal
my memories of those special days.

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The following comments are for "Far Remembered"
by ograd77

through holiday fingers
I especially enjoy the closing image of memories through the smoke.

( Posted by: poeteye [Member] On: August 30, 2012 )

I always enjoy writing about those bygone days. I do that a lot myself.

this holds some good imagery, and in cases of remeniscing I think that is the key element to work with.


( Posted by: BWOz [Member] On: September 1, 2012 )

It Smells of

You cover sound sight and briefly touch/temperature we can imagine all those wonderful Smells from back then...... which to this day lingers.

I was brought up in the military with the distinctive aroma of firing ranges (Salisbury Plains)Equipment Parks with the Smell of Heavy Fighting Vehicles oil petrol. Then as a young boy moved to Malaya at the start of the sixties to be submerged in Oriental Culture and a whole new world..... Loved it all

I didn't much care who Winston Churchill was or how much a loaf of bread cost..... School was a legal requirement just to spoil our free time as far as I was concerned.....

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: September 1, 2012 )

The Good Ole Days!
Ah...the good ole days! Lovely imagery here Ian...takes me back even farther than you I guess.

Life was so simple then...serene in a way, despite depression, war and economics.
Friends were your friends for life...neighbors were you refuge when needed and love and respect for your country was a given!

But in these "techie" days, I'm just an old dinosaur who grew up without a wire stuck in my ear, glued to a tv all day and night and think the world is coming to an end when the power goes out and I have "nothing" to do!!!

The sights and smells of the woods where we played, the aroma of home made baking and cooking "from scratch", the fearless feeling of walking and playing...even in the evening...wherever we wanted knowing (as a rule) that we would be priceless.

Thanks Ian for keeping the memory fresh!


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: September 3, 2012 )

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