Enchantment.
Summers of larks bred sun-torn
adventure all round the nest of my loved home
and scented dialect of childhood
still breathes its recall of well-trodden roaming.
Safest of havens steep-meadow
sheaves dried while playing made fantasy real,
hosts of wild visits fed nectar
to learning which now ghosts nostalgic dreams.
Autumn-red juiced my girlhood
and etched joyful vermilion into each breathless
hour where young fervour
found enchantment in freedom's best treasures.
Summers ago fragrant wealth
perfumed homeliness with cherished memories.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Ah nostalgia - beautiful write Fay
This lovely Faye , beautifully written and conveted
If only all the world's young could enjoy their childhood. We are a long way from that scenario, it would appear. Lovely reflective poem, Fay!
Beautiful.
Oh, the essence of childhood memories. Beautifully written Fay. ; )
Thanks FAY ~ Memories are made of This ! I loved the final doublet
Summers ago fragrant wealth
Perfumed homeliness with cherished memories
We can all relate to that and "homeliness" is such an evocative word. Thanks for caring and sharing ~ Yours as ever BRIAN
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