The clay beneath her muddy feet, welled up between her toes,
A squeal of unencumbered bliss, from her young soul arose,
Dancing in the rain alone, arms spread-eagled wide,
An aged mother looking on, shook her head and sighed.
“Remember well these carefree times…before the clock of ages chimes”.
the most important thing about us aging.... is brought down in few words.. a strong write..
An old women relives her youth, in her daughter's carefree rain dance. Simply outstanding. Voted 10.
WoOoW........excellent poem.........beautiful lines.....awesome imagery......love it..........
nice poem. lengthy with five lines may be writen as seven or eight.. nice thread...
beautiful...... nicely penned......thanks for sharing...
Something very beautiful caught within the moment yet somehow so totally free Amazing writing Love duncan mark wyllie
This has a great singy sound to it, and a wonderful poetic phrase for a close. nicely penned! =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful poem rhymed so well gone are the childhood days nice poem