Alan .S. Jeeves

When Once I was Ten

Where I lived when I was ten
I sometimes think of there, and then,
When I'm drowsing in my chair
My dozy thoughts go back to there.

I rest nearby a fireside glare
Glass in hand and here is where
I think of things I used to do
When I was merely eight and two.

This was when my world was new,
In the hours before I grew,
Out the door and down the way,
This is where I used to play.

When all the words I used to say
Concerned such things as came that day.
All the songs I used to sing
And all the joy that they would bring.

No more I live where I was king
Yet still the memories from there ring.
I've been aside so long a time
Yet still the memories from there chime.

So as I dream of days, sublime;
As recollections higher climb;
I sometimes now remember when...
And how I wish that I was ten.



  • Fay Slimm.

    A glorious set of reasons for remembering dear Alan - - I love the use of tight rhyming as it brings the scenes of back then to life.

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Hello Fay. Thank you for your compliments. I tightened the rhyming scheme up a little so as not to copy T. Hood. I decided to go aa,bb, - bb,cc etc whereas Mr. Hood, all those years ago, used abcb,defe, and so on....
      'I Remember, I Remember' has inspired many poems over the years, notably Phillip Larkin. It was classicmister at MPS who rekindled my memory of this so my thanks him today.
      Ex animo, Alan

    • orchidee

      Was you ten, millions of years ago - or seems that long?! heehee.
      Good write Alan. Yes, happy Primary School days for me then. And - all would rush to take the school bunnies/mice/hamster home for the school holidays.
      One said: 'Oh I understand a child; I was one once!'

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Yes Steve, millions. Well, sixty anyway ~ three score years and ten now (as Moses put it). School holidays? I got lumbered with the school horse. He ate lake a ~ well, like a horse I suppose. There were only around thirty people in my school (never mind in my class), twenty nine on a Friday if the sun was shining.
        Ex animo, Alan.

      • jarcher54

        Thanks giving us all an excuse to look back. Playful, sincere, and yet just the right degree of sentimentality. Love the line: No more I live where I was king.

        • Alan .S. Jeeves

          Hi J,
          I had to blow the dust off this one as it goes back a few years. Where I lived when I was ten (1961) there were 5 cottages and an inn surrounded by nine farms. It was a fair place to grow up and is still virtually untouched by the house builders' wrath. I live thirty miles away now though an equally fine place to be.
          Kind regards, Alan

        • Doggerel Dave

          Your poem, plus the colouring you’ve added in your comments, paint a picture of an idyllic environment you both lived and are living in, Alan. Congratulations.


          • Alan .S. Jeeves

            I guess that anyone's childhood is good or bad and maybe shapes their whole life Dave. I think the word that describes mine so well is 'free'. I was free to do as I liked (within reason) and did so. Most of my friends had either four hooves or four paws. I often slept with the horses in summer and the adults thought I was crazy but I knew I wasn't, they were. I wrote my poem 'There's Nothing in the Night like the sound of the Wind' in 2000 when I remembered sleeping in the barn with the wind creaking the timbers and rattling the shutters.


            Kind regards, Alan

          • Goldfinch60

            Such innocent times brought back in your words Alan.


            • Alan .S. Jeeves

              Thanks Andy, great days for me. I am fortunate in that I remember it well.
              Ex animo, Alan

            • L. B. Mek

              wonderful flow, wisely choosing to utilise rhyming's whimsical element, to help imbue youth's 'carefree' gaiety within your words of longing and remembrance,
              a beautiful read from start to finish

              • Alan .S. Jeeves

                Thank you for your compliments L.B. I appreciate you stopping by. Thanks also for your 'fave'.
                Kind regards, Alan

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