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Back to the Brook
by Mary Ellen Smith
My sisters, come back home with me.
Well pack a picnic, sip some tea.
Reminisce of days gone by
Talk and hug, laugh and cry.
Let us bathe just one time more
Then wade back to the mossy shore.
Pretend were five and seven and ten
And skip back in to splash again.
Run happy thru our country scene
Past shading trees of rainbow green.
Hide behind the morning glories
Giggling there and telling stories.
Let us remember all those days
All those happy childish ways.
Pretend that mom is there to wave.
Receive once more the love she gave.
Well stay till darkness shows the light
Of lightning bugs in the night.
Till we can hear the frogs deep song.
This time we all can sing along.
My sisters, come back home with me.
Just one more time, just us three.
To our family history well add some pages
Where we never act our ages.
07/02/2003
Posted on 07/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/03/03 at 05:48 AM Wonderful M.E......Charlie |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/03/03 at 05:53 AM Hi Mary,
It's beautiful, simply beautiful. Childhood, yes the memories good & sometimes bad. Thanks for a good read. Jean |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/04/03 at 01:54 AM Nostalgic, brings a decided smile, a bit wistful; never can bring those years back except in pleasant reminiscing. Memories to hold near and dear. And definitely to share with those who helped make them. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 07/06/03 at 04:58 PM A reminiscent wonderment, Mary Ellen. Your beautiful recollection put to verse is nothing short of spectacular. Great luring title, and the last verse pulls it all together superbly.
Peace... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/07/03 at 04:01 AM Oh happy day! Your poem skips into my ears and delights my eyes. What a joy to read it. The rhymes are perfect and natural, the rhythm lilts like a butterfly. Fanstastic poem~\!!! |
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