Back to the knotty pine room tales
Back to the days of skinned knees and pigtails
Let me refresh your memory here
This room was made for my brothers' dear
But they were much older than I
So off they went and the room became mine
Many happy memories attained
And many happy times playing games
This room was at the end of a long hall
And the room itself was not very small
So it became our bowling alley
Or a sailing pirate ships galley
We'd put some furniture wax down on the floor
And slide down the hallway through the door
See who could end up closest to the wall
Without hitting or a great big fall
When it rained outside
In we'd come and all would hide
No one ever found me
They all wondered how I was never seen
You see my brother's has a train set
My Dad made a trap door inset
Passing from one closet to the next
It left the hunters all vexed
That knotty pine room was so grand
Lent for the best imagination in the land
Aren't the good old days a wonderful thing
Especially the happy memories they bring
Look at how you've used your imagination by capturing some happy memories from your youth....Brillant and I'm not saying you're youth was long ago for you are young still and young at heart....hope you're feeling better....this is a wonderful UP poem....bravo! ! ! marci. :)
JoAnn, we always lock the best memories away for the most uncomfortable days. Great poem of childhood memories, the place we all go to at time, more so as you grow older. Thanks for sharing this. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love hearing about your childhood memories. They remind me of a few of my own. Fun stuff...