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Imagination Means Everything

Updated on August 18, 2017

When I was but just a kid, I didn't have many toys,

Grew up in the country, unlike some girls and boys.

Old tin cans and some sticks were all I had to use,

Only a few gifts at Christmas, those not to refuse.

I made sticks into bows and arrows, a sling shot,

Tin cans became targets, found in the trash a lot.

Made my paper kites and card board glider planes,

and a few parachutes of some old plastic remains.

Chased the lightning bugs on some moonlight nights,

Floated make believe ships in puddles from a rain.

Pretended the mushrooms and toad stools, homes,

Where the fairies and little people all were to remain.

Made big tracks in the old dirt road, when all awash,

Built some houses and army forts from the red mud.

Climbed up in trees, thinking was a pilot, I could fly,

Picked all of the wild berries, every honeysuckle bud.

Sometimes at night went outside to count stars,

My father and sisters always there by my side.

It's the simple things in our lives to mean most,

Will always remain in our hearts, there to abide.

Sundays went to church, and said our prayers,

Family gatherings then did mean so very much.

Most things that we did not to cost one red cent,

Meant the world to each of us, their loving touch.

Christmas was the time of all folk's get-to-gathers,

Celebrating Christ's birth with family and friends.

It was more important than about the decorating,

As we cut our cedar tree, and the season begins.

A token gift on Christmas morning to mean a lot,

Not mattering the cost or of just what it was to be.

The fact that it came from the heart of every one,

Had more meaning, its importance we could see.

When the snow came down, we all ran outside,

Made snow men, and some angels in the snow.

Making some ice cream of the frosty white stuff,

Slid down hillsides on our boards to down below.

In the Summer, we all went fishing and for a swim,

Made the most of each day from school we could.

Plain living not to cost very much as you may think,

Enjoying the simple life the way that we all should.


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    • whonunuwho profile image

      whonunuwho 3 months ago from United States

      Thank you for your nice review, Blessings. whonu

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      A wonderful and most delightful poem. Thank you for the reminders of childhood when my imagination just grew and grew.

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      whonunuwho 3 months ago from United States

      Glad you enjoyed it MsDora. Many blessings my friend. whonu

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      Dora Weithers 3 months ago from The Caribbean

      I can relate to the days when toys were homemade, and imagination was king of inventions. Thanks for the good memory!

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      whonunuwho 3 months ago from United States

      Thank you, Michael. It seems that many really don't appreciate what they have in life. The ones who had it tough and did not realize it, often come out on top. Blessings. whonu

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      Michael-Milec 3 months ago

      Indeed, was it a blessed period of time growing in environment you are describing. Pretty much in my childhood on the other side of the ocean , wonderful world of child's imagination free of influence from outside fantasy created by entertainment industry.

      What we had was "home made" love, joy, sincerity and often only two meals a day, and God's presence always.

      Peace and blessing.