Scratched Knees - Original Poem
Elizabeth Lawrence once said:
"There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again."
One can never forget his childhood, after all it is one of the best seasons of our lives. This poem is a tribute to all our forgotten childhoods. Read it and enjoy a visit back to your childhood. Best of luck for the trip :) Enjoy!
SCRATCHED KNEES - Original Poetry
Today I saw a group of kids
Playing and wandering around
Laughing and chukling again and again
With no worries of crown.
They need not to be worried
and so they weren't
All I could hear
Were some giggling sounds
Their worst enemy was the neighbor's child
who stole some chocolates and never gave back
but they patched up in no time at all
when they found him lonely; hovering around
Well all I could see was a group of angels
Free from worries, malice and vice
I wondered if I was like one of them
The answer seemed nowhere; I had to think twice.
The reality was different and much profound
With all these thoughts, I was almost drowned
My heart is weak and the soul is wrenched
I am an old man - with peace - scracely to be found
I skimmed past my days, as I keep looking them
Amazed by the speed of time, I was indeed astound
It seems that I was one of them, a little time ago
But the time one has at his disposal is never abound
As I kept smiling on their little amazed faces
I realized something much profound
That broken toys were better than shattered dreams
and scratched knees were finer than heart wounds
Comments
OMG!!! This is just so beautiful. The pics go very well with the poem, too, especially the one of the man on the bench. Kudos to you, my cyber-friend.
I like your hub, found you while hub hopping !
Wow...this is really good. I'm jealous!
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@Paradise7: Thank you, I am glad that you liked it. The sweet memories of my childhood often make me sad, so this one is a little tribute to that :)
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@Wytegarillaz: I am glad that you stopped by. Thanks for your feed back :)
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@Avenger675: Thanks for the appreciation and honour :) And I hope I have answered your question well-enough :)
Love how you end the poem... It did bring me back to the past with a blast. I love the old man sitting in the bench, a reminder that we should cherish our memories of childhood. Some part of your poem make me sad, but over all I like the poem.
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Thank you everyone for your comments. I am glad that you people are liking it :)
Your photos enhance your poem beautifully, I like the way you have set out your hub with the delicate small pattern as well.
'Scratched knees' so thought provoking it took me back to my childhood.
I loved your poem, thank you for sharing I'm voting up and beautiful.
Your a great write of poems. This one touched my heart and took me back to my childhood. Thank you.
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@Movie Master: Thank you for your kind words. I am glad that you liked it and voted up :)
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@writer20: I hope you would have enjoyed your trip to childhood as much as I enjoyed while penning this poem down :) Thank you for stopping by
Beautiful. I am glad you have sweet memories of your childhood.
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@Sueswan: Childhood is always the best season of our lives. No one ever forgets that :)
Hi meer, very expressive and emotional poetry. Great work. keep it up.
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@Sweetie1: Thank you for your kind words :)
so very sweet. love the imagery and memories
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@msdee115: Thank you for your appreciation. I am glad that you stopped by and share your views about this poem :)
i do too had a wounded knee when my classmate intentionally blocked my way...all that is left now is the scar which bore her mischief...
Nice poem, I really want my childhood back. That time was precious. this poem of yours, is giving words what most people want. Thanks for giving words to our feelings and desire.
Hunbbel . . .ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL! Loved this hub and loved the subject. Thank YOU, Sincerely, for carrying me back, FREE, to my 'dangerous' childhood of banging, beating, crying, laughing, imagining, and sadly, growing up. You are an amazing talent. I am a fan and gladly, a follower. Sincerely, Kenneth Avery, from a rural town, Hamilton, in northwest Alabama, that reminds one of Mayberry, where Andy and Barney worked.
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