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Childhood Memories: Three Poems
The Hands That Sculpt The Mud
I used to be an engineer:
construction was my game.
Great earthworks unfolded
by my hand; transformed
the dreary land.
Terraced valleys today, subdivisions
tomorrow and tomorrow dams
and rivers, waterfalls and lakes.
II. Garden Bower
Perched up in my aerie,
I surveyed the lands around.
A perilous climb to a thorny perch,
hidden by flowers sweet.
Ingenuity my aide, I made the climb
well-armed into the trellis high:
a hammer to blunt the waiting thorns.
After reading too many
Dagwood and Blondie comics,
I find, standing on my head
trying to swallow against gravity
is one thing with spit....
About These Poems
All of them were originally written between 1991 and 1992; they are snapshots of memories from my early childhood.
Bits and snatches are sometimes all we need to reconstruct the full memory of more carefree times.
© 2010 Liz Elias