Sweet Ground Of My Childhood Memoir - Poem by Agnes Quirante
Sweet Ground of my childhood memoir
I dwelled for so many years
And as mum carried me to her breast
Her hum made the afternoon asleep
I witness a town of children
As they run along the streets
And hide in bushes and houses
And during merry times and Christmas Eve
They serenade the houses of the rich and poor
Oh little children of that day
Had walked the long long road
We played with time to and fro the beauty of our town
The frogs in the lilies as they kokak
We come and pick their pinkish cloudy eggs
Poor papa frog
We are a monster in your house!
Excuse as even once
We leaved the field with many little marks
As we rush in time before the sunset die
At times when Rain will come
We are the children of papa frog!
That longed to play outside.
Mama whips us for our little Joy
Because we never understand
Never will I forget
The Good old days
When the hum of that day is a sweet yesterday!
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