((6) I Remember A Boy Poem by Luis Gil de la Puente

((6) I Remember A Boy

Rating: 2.9

Walking some days
the light of the plains shines.
A fresh wind blows over the green wheat
and the greyhounds come running to me,
riding on my bike
A lonely and happy boy.

There are days when time flies back.
My bike does not move forward any more
and the greyhounds look at me in the distance.
They don´t get close to see me coming back.
I am not alone any more
and the mountains hide the light of the plains.

Sandra Fowler 08 July 2006

Very nostalgic, a beautiful piece of writing.. Thank you for sharing. Regards, Sandra

1 0 Reply
Will Barber 09 May 2009

A sensuous description of childhood, on the surface, but adulthood intrudes. You walk Time itself backward and forward in this eloquent memoir. The last lines are a blow to the heart. - Will

2 0 Reply
Miriam Maia Padua 23 February 2009

very wonderful memories of childhood... happy and lively.... very unique style of reminiscing one's childhood in poetry.... captivating...thoughts provoking.... 10+++

2 0 Reply
Sarwar Chowdhury 08 October 2008

nostalgic fine imagery...new taste............10+

3 0 Reply
shel cope 05 February 2008

Thanks, I like this very much. It reminds of a favourite of mine by A. E. Housman, about Shropshire where I spent my childhood... Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.

3 0 Reply
Yufen Liou 12 March 2007

life moves on and the mountain? the mountain blocks the plains; the mountian is time; time blocks the shinning plains, why? life goes on and it's diffiuclt to go back, and the good old day may not be really good, becasue your value toward life would have been changed. what blocks us in life probably is we are blinded by our society, our world. Then life is a game now, Luis. I will call Buddha and ask him.

1 0 Reply
Error Success