by Sheri Poe-Pape

Created on: January 10, 2010

“Captured Childhood Spring Memoirs”

Whisper of gentle breezes loft upon my locks,

as I gaze upon new-mown grass and hollyhocks,

essence of a new season captivate all my being,

my spirit soaring from raw beauty worth seeing.

Each passing spring, memories do consume me,

 ice cream trucks, tea parties and “Mr. Doo Bee,”

tulips, Easter dress up, hot dogs at five and ten,

 fair’s cotton candy – didn’t know to say “when.”

Bicycle – gliding down a steep, sloping grey drive,

made each of my play days so enriched to be alive,

good friends drawn near, playing any tackle sport,

 our little spirits soaring high, I can so gladly report.

Childhood days found frolicking and such wonder,

under blue back-washed skies, I sit and do ponder,

of the wondrous adventures of a season thus rare,

these sights, smells, sounds produced ne'er a care.

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