As I wander over cornfields with my old stick at my side
Wearing up the singing hill where once a boy I lied
Oh how I laughed as I remembered playing childish games
Running along craggy rocks and bathing in the Thames
Climbing up the cherry trees and scaring off the birds
Making motley little groups and free with careless words
Scrambling through the long wet grass and sliding down the hill
Playing as Red Indians and dancing over our kill
Lying on our backs at peace with heaven, earth and sky
Smelling in the sweet air where the grass is greener by
Oh how I miss those glorious days as a happy carefree boy
Running wild in a world where no dirty tricks may man employ
Free and fair in word and speech and play and tongue
As I trudged up the hill like a merry schoolboy I sung.
I have tried to write this poem from the point of view of an old man who misses his carefree childhood.
Lying on our backs at peace with heaven, earth and sky Smelling in the sweet air where the grass is greener by Oh how I miss those glorious days as a happy carefree boy Running wild beautiful memories..the wonderful childhood, joy of being.. tony
A refined poetic imagination, Aarushi Chatterjee. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
WE ALL LOVE TO RECALL MEMORIES NOW PLEASE DO READ MOMS SMILES PLEASE AC
fair in world and speech and play and tongue As I trudged up the hill like a merry schoolboy I sung. Beautiful poem dear poet... Aarushi Chatterjee...thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories! ! ! With my old stick at my side today. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.