November 8, 2007
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BACK IN TIME
Waking slowly,
Remembering birthday near,
Just a kid now, lowly,
Tenth I’ll soon clear.Nose is drinking cold air,
Pine scented,
To my nose a scent fair,
I notice I am tented.I can hear the creek,
Burbling, babbling,
Trying for peace to seek,
I waken scrabbling for clothes.
Smell of coffee and bacon,
Accelerates my motions,
Kidneys achin’
Find a bush to pay my devotions.And then mountain breakfast,
Carefully doled out coffee,
Is poured at last,
For me.And then the world is mine,
All of it I can see,
To wander the brush and pine,
Oh, could I again a kid be ?
Comments (8)
You make me want to be there breathing in that lovely cool mountain air.! (although it has cooled off here and it feels refreshing)
Are you saying that you have a birthday coming up? No matter how long you have lived on this earth, you are still a “little boy” at heart.
HUGS,
Fran
And just when is this birthday? Wil’s is the 27th of this month.
You awakened some strong memories with this one my friend. Camp fire coffee is still the best – even if you have to wait a bit for the grounds to sink to the bottom of that blue/white porcelain cup. We had many favorite camping spots. My favorite was up Pine Creek near the Granite/Twin Lakes area. Some “flatlander” bought up a bunch of property where the creek emptied into the Arkansas and blocked off the trail so you can’t get up there any more………….a sign of the times I guess.
I hope you are having a good day!
Would be very nice to be young again. I’d like to avoid the upsets but I had a good childhood. Excellent reminder, good poem.
very nice poem…
Excellent! btw I tried to comment at Diaryland and once again got tired of waiting and waiting.
I just adore that photo of the split rail fence marching up the drainage — I downloaded it to my computer so I can see it again — hope you don’t mind. And hope all is well with you & Heather & the rest of the family.