Ernestine Northover

Freshman - 550 Points (25th March 1943)

A Child Again - Poem by Ernestine Northover

I'm a child again,
as memories come flooding back.
Here I am standing outside my old school
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Comments about A Child Again by Ernestine Northover

  • Gold Star - 40,592 Points Roseann Shawiak (10/16/2013 2:52:00 AM)

    Wonderful, heart felt poem. I wrote a similar poem, Once Upon A Playground, I understand the feelings you've expressed here, loneliness and the tear also. Remembering the past is always so bittersweet. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Amy (9/19/2008 4:51:00 PM)

    lovely poem- memories make life worthwhile (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 270 Points Kesav Easwaran (7/31/2008 10:05:00 PM)

    A lot of things, I liked in this poem

    First you stand out side your ‘school’…the place you started learning life… to be demolished soon? A good introspect here…then you lift the latch of the gate…your mind…there you hear the echo of your past ‘child hood’ days…your early actions in your life… the roles you played and you played with…the vastness of the playing ground adding beauty to the word echo…

    In the concluding lines you shut out your mind…comes out to face the realities in life once more…the ‘teacher’ there is the symbol of the disciplining controlling advising force…the Lord Himself…and a thanks giving tear…

    Great poem this…ten grade (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lillian J. (4/18/2008 12:19:00 AM)

    Very endearing write Ernestine! Just lovely!


    Lilly :) (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 908 Points Paul Butters (4/12/2008 5:21:00 PM)

    My old primary school is long abandoned now. Talk of flats..... So tiny looking a place now! One of my old classmates lives in South Africa or somewhere now. Yes I get it. Tissues please.. Paul. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Flora Gillingham (4/8/2008 7:49:00 AM)

    We have to go back, don't we, whether we want to or not? But there's always that slight emptiness - as if the past stil holds unfinished business.

    F (Report) Reply

  • Rookie K. V. Venkataramana (3/28/2008 5:17:00 AM)

    Your poem is most beautiful and nostalgic. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Andrew Blakemore (2/22/2008 4:28:00 PM)

    I've been there too Ernestine. A few years ago they knocked down my first school and I got so emmotional. It was just like a piece of my life had been torn away. Thanks for sharing this great work. Andrew x (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (1/20/2008 7:08:00 PM)

    You paint it all so clearly Ernestine, with your easy command of the language - enhanced of course by the emotional wistfulness that is ever present. Isn't it fascinating how clear the images are of so long ago, and yet those of the recent past often seem blurred somehow. A nostalgic sombre read. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Daniel Murphy (12/30/2007 12:19:00 AM)

    Omg what a sweet poem! totally love the ending! great work! xxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 460 Points marvin brato (11/19/2007 10:04:00 PM)

    Golden memories such as our childhood is refreshing to recall, good or bad it still feels good to cherished. Thank you for sharing sir, highest marks. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 6 Points Cj Heck (9/17/2007 4:12:00 PM)

    Ernestine, this is a delightful poem - you always take me back through my own life with your poetry, writing with such a gentle heart. Thank you for yet another joyful memory.
    Love,
    CJ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Linda Weischedel (8/16/2007 3:49:00 PM)

    This was very nice, it brought memories for me as well. I liked this poem a lot. It was very easy to read and understand. Thanks for me to be able to go back in time! Always, Linda (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Marci Made (6/28/2007 2:40:00 PM)

    You have a good memory and that is fortunate for memories can get us through hard times or difficult days...The innocence and joy of childhood, how the simple things satisfy.. As Ivor says, you can't go back in real time, but you can relive and enjoy through the grandbabies pure innocent big blue eyes....another Ernestine wonder.~~~~~~~~marci.xo (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ivor Hogg (6/8/2007 1:34:00 PM)

    You can't go back yesterday is another country quite unreachable even your memories edited by the passing years are unreliable. Yet we persist in trying to reach the unreachable.
    You evoked some strong feelings M lady (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 646 Points Marilyn Lott (5/31/2007 1:58:00 PM)

    So wonderfully put, Ernestine. I remember when my high school was torn down and I had those feelings. But you know, the memories will be kept alive in our hearts nestled in year books. I have a brick from that old school. I enjoyed your poem very much.
    Marilyn (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Not a member No 4 (5/11/2007 3:48:00 PM)

    You've depicted the closing of that symbolic gate and walking away from those deeply seated memories with great sensitivity and a sparing eloquence Ernestine. This was was a very moving and bittersweet read for me - as for all the older readers I'm sure. Thanks, jim xxx (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,219 Points Melvina Germain (5/7/2007 9:59:00 AM)

    I have a tear in my eye now too Ernestine, this is a lovely memory of days gone by, I felt that I was there myself feeling the sadness of the loss of an old school soon to be demolished, I felt the sadness of the loss of happy school days, the loss of innocence, I felt the joy of looking into the face of an old teacher. This is a wonderful nostalgic poem. 'Thanks for the memories'-Melvina- (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jim Foulk (12/21/2006 5:08:00 PM)

    Ernestine, that did take me back in time myself. of a day that was more laid back than what today kids are growing up in. it was a simple time, a peaceful time, and a woderful time, our child hood was to short, and memories are all we have left of them, very good poem, and well written, the decribtion of that school was very real, thank you for sharing that with us. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Francesca Johnson (6/27/2006 3:10:00 PM)

    I was there with you, Ernestine. You've got the gift of being able to 'take' people with you on your jaunts down memory lane. Wonderfully written, full of emotion, putting pictures into my mind's eye. A little beauty, this poem.

    Love, Fran xx (Report) Reply










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