The sound of the traffic is quite soothing to hear.
It comes through our windows and into each ear.
There's no hint of a smirk, &, better, not one sneer.
[I won't go so far as to say "road noise" brings cheer.]
There's no honking or squealing of tires on pavement,
& rarely a siren. Yes, really there is traffic-behavement.
That last word I must have "made up", underlined in red.
Isn't that how words evolve, MOST by voices now dead?
This poem's evolving ‘cause I'm waiting for my wife's PC.
I place pointer over symbol, but it doesn't respond to me.
It seems to be like my wife, who, to me, may not respond,
unless I go to my bag of tricks and pull out my BIG wand.
I, of course, refer to my "magic wand" of fairytale fame,
which turned a pumpkin into a coach & healed the lame!
Ok! I admit, in Cinderella no one healed anyone "lame".
But the Prince in the tale did slip heels (shoes) on a dame.
Oh, those were ‘the days' of my innocence, my childhood.
I'd return to ‘those days', YEARS ago, if only I just could.
I'd climb trees, catch frogs, & collect feathers; yes I would.
AND I'd make my Mom so happy, while behaving so darn...
"GOOD".
(August 12th,2023)
Bri
:)
I think all of us, at times, would gladly return to those joyous, innocent days of yesteryear. Thanks for posting.
Love the tongue-in-cheek tonality in this one. Ol' Bri never fails to deliver.
Whose calling whom 'Ol' Bri'? ? ? ? You MUST not mean 'OLD', as I'm ONLY 75 y.o. [years old]! ! ! WAIT! ! How old did I say? ? ...ok. I AM OLD; I think I'd best die soon. Well, not 'TOO SOON'. Thanks, Rod. bri : )
I, of course, refer to my 'magic wand' of fairytale fame, which turned a pumpkin into a coach & healed the lame! Wonderful expression!
That is true. All of us like to go back to those careless and innocent childhood days. Beautifully inked. Nice share.
Still quite a naughty boy in heart you are, how wish I could tell this to your ma!
Our childhood most times sound very interesting whenever we look back especially if there are some aspects of childhood activities we missed. Interesting poem, well captured be Bri.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes it would be nice to be a kid again, but I certainly wouldn't want to live my life over. I'm almost at the end, and too tired to do it again!
But Kim, don't you know that if a human is granted to relive her or his life, (s) he is given a 12-point inspection for safety and all fluids and hoses are replaced? ? ? ? And it is FREE for any PH member! !
I think the end of my 'more enjoyable' part of childhood came around the age of 10 or 11 years. For a short while it improved as female chests swelled. : )