As I wander along the path beside My River
My thoughts go back through the life I have led.
Those times as a boy, running free with my mates
Over the fields, playing, laughing, happy.
There we were the three of us,
Stu, Chris and I, inseparable .
The three musketeers, fighting all the baddies
With swords made of twigs.
Bows tied with string to become Robin Hood,
Cowboys and Indians, knights of old,
Our imagination held no bounds.
As we grew into teenagers
We started to go our separate ways,
No longer children but becoming young men.
Those times now consigned to memories
Of a time without anything to worry me.
A time so very long ago.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2026 01:25
- Comment from author about the poem: My wonderful memories of childhood back in the day.
- Category: Reflection
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A heartfelt reflection on childhood, memory, and the quiet passage of time.
A fine write Gold - from millions of years ago? (and me too). lol.
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