Enchantment.
Summers of larks
bred sun-torn adventure
all round the nest
of my well-loved home
and scented
the dialect of childhood
in poemed roses.
Autumn-red juiced
my girlhood and etched
vermilion into breathless
times where young
fervour picked best buds
of experience
and dried their treasure.
Summers ago
perfumed homeliness
smelt of hearth's
welcome for child and
elder to cherish.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Full on nostalgia that I, a city boy can just about relate to, Fay. Picked a little of its flavour somewhat later....like to think it has kept me young........
Good to know those childhood hearths warm you still my young-at-heart friend.
Ah those childhood hot summer days of boundless energy. Still there i'm sure for the lucky young ones.
Yes thanks and wholly agreed that good childhood memories are the backbone of later security dear Dusk and lets hope there are plenty still being created. Your kind in-put to my offerings is greatly appreciated.
Good write Fay.
Thank you dear Orchi.
Yes, that rear view mirror pulls on our heartstrings Fay. A definite for my favs. ; )
Ah - am delighted that you honour this verse in your faves A.P. - - methinks looking back to happy childhood adventures is always good however long ago it happened
It's human nature to look back to younger days. ; )
Always enjoyable Fay. Thank you.
How kind your comment after reading Enchantment and thanking you most sincerely Trenz.
Seriously good, Fay.
Thank you Jerry - -- your kind comment on Enchantment is seriously appreciated too.
enchanting Fay .. a nostalgic trip down memory lane is where you just took me ......................... x
Thanks galore for climbing aboard Enchantment mon ami - - yes I felt you would be there with the read - ready and enjoying those juicy summers-ago short trousered adventures .............x
Wonderful words Fay, those childhood times where walking with nature was so wonderful and so safe.
Andy
I knew you would agree that the great outdoors with nature's gifts makes wonderful memories for childhood needs of happy security dear Andy - - thank you for the thoughtful reminder
'scented
the dialect of childhood
in poemed roses.'
as ever, beautifully worded, dear Fay
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