My Childhood Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

MY CHILDHOOD

Gentle tinkle of bells
With each tiny breeze
Soft music to my ears
As I listened then with ease.

Windows were wide open
Air so warm and stirring.
Cat sitting near my shoulder
Still he's softly purring.

The scent of blooming day lilies
Air so pungent and sweet
As I rise now from my bed
And get onto my feet.

These memories of home
Whisper in my mind,
All the tiny stirrings
That to me, were so kind.

I'd drink me some coffee
Have some lightly buttered toast
Walk to the Post office
Some letters there to post.

Hear the bells a ringing
In the church across the street
The best time of my life
Time can never defeat.

Then walk out to the farm
At the edge of town
To feed my aging horse
And gently curry her down..

Adjusting the bridle
And tighten up the girth
Celebrating the morning
Of this glorious days new birth.

We'd both limber up
As we trot back to town
And gather up speed
As we cover more ground.

We'd ride through the fields
Cross the creek with a leap
Spanning a hill
That was never too steep.

Rounding the lake
Each Sun ray to see
Just God's gentle spirit,
My horse, and me.

These smells and these sights
I'll remember forever
For from this life, my childhood.
Time cannot now sever.

Pristine Memories
Of a time long ago
Memories so precious
They will forever go.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

Ms. Caroline


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