Childrens laughter
Like ringing bells
Befriends the air
Its noise to send
Outward to
A time long passed
A distant memory
Where hours last.
Much longer than
They seem today
A frenzied rush
Of non stop play
Mothers shouting
Its time to eat
Five more minutes please
Upon the street.
The echo now
Like walls to fall
Upon shadows grace
Of sunshines call
Fading as
The end of day
Time drawn back
But still at play.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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This poem echoes of childhood and its freedom of expression in play and games. Nicely written Norman
thanking you, always appreciated
My pleasure Norman
A fine write N. So you had time for a full game of football, 90 minutes, with the people in that queue, while waiting for that bus. lol. Have they changed the route and not telling us?!
90 minutes plus extra time and penalties, VAR is checking for bus lol
Well behaved-children will be allowed to watch the final !
thats true
Norman, “Five more minutes please” instantly transported me back. Such a simple phrase, yet it carries an entire childhood inside it…play, freedom, reluctance to come home, and the feeling that the day might never end. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you, as always much appreciated
At play are the best of my childhood memories. Thanks for sharing, a Fave🕊️🙏
most kind, thanks and always much appreciated
Those were the days Norman when kids played together all day. The sound of a child's laugh is still wonderful to hear.
Andy
so true my friend, appreciate the read, many thanks
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