A RECOLLECTION
Against the thin autumnal skies
a bell rings from a profiled tower
as boys emerge in haste.
Multi-coloured clothing shed
by naked trees in filigree
is kicked and crunched by black-laced shoes
along the hidden path to home
where brambles threaten red chaffed legs
Opaque streams of drifting smoke
point to bonfires newly lit
where men in caps dig sodden soil
to sounds of stainless steel in clay
beyond the hedge and out of view
With muddied shoes and tousled hair
unseen they soon emerge
on tarmacadamed roads to home.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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I could see this Michael - artwork in words.
An early recollection of mine - these days we would never be allowed to go home unaccompanied at an early age through countryside where anything could happen. The woods and country lanes were our playground back then.
Lovely
Thanks Jooles
A fine write Michael. Did Reka Lection write this? is she foreign - Reka?
I think you mean Reck O'Lection - she's Irish or at least she thinks she is - she has a bad memory.
THANKS UNCLE MIKE ~ Fine line drawing and equally fine ~ poema nostalgica ! Even I remember such freedom in the late 1980's when I was SIX ! Alas we seem to have morphed into a pardoxical Lawless but Nannie State ! Most days Im glad Im 35 (not 15) but I sure would not wish to be 55 and miss all the FUN (?) of early matrimony ! Yours as ever BRIAN
Thanks so much Brian
Really enjoyed reading this. Your words are quick to transform into images in my mind as I read.
Probably the artist in me but I do like 'Painting With Words' - I appreciate your kind words AH
He he, excellent. What picture my mind creates. Similar to the little girl sports hero on the TV advert for.... blowed if i recall the product but the advert is excellent. Likewise your poem.
Yes that was me. We used to get up to all sorts of mischief - we would gather the autumn leaves and make a bonfire to see if it was still burning the next morning on our way back to school.
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