Sitting on these
Small town swings
Reminds me of when
I was young
Only but a few years ago
I would have been
A kid
I remember late night
Adventures with people I called
My friends
Laughing and talking about
The little things that had
No future meanings
But were so important
At the time
I remember how first love
Felt in the fall and
How first heartbreak
Felt in the spring
But those days are gone
And all that's left are these
Small town swings
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Author:
clark_taylor (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have lived in a small town my entire life. I went to high school with only 75 people in my class. Honestly some days it did feel like there was nothing outside of this little world. So here is my reflection on some of the best days and the worst. Please feel welcome to comment or inbox me. Thanks for reading hope you enjoy!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
"I remember how first love
Felt in the fall and
How first heartbreak
Felt in the spring"
I wrote this down in my journal because I love it so much. So perfectly poignantly simple. Thank you.
Oh your welcome. Thank you for reading and I'm so glad you liked it so much. 🙂
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