The Place Where I Grew Up Poem by DM W
The Place Where I Grew Up
The place where I grew up, now looks so small and quaint,
O but what bright, vivid memories it still paints
In my consciousness. The houses and the gardens
Remind me of a blithe time of fairytales: when
I was content to play and dream the days away.
Although I know I can never return again,
I will always cherish the treasures I found there.
For sweet childhood visions are so precious and rare.
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5/22/2024 2:53:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Today's values may blight the beauty and worth of such a place but for a person who has lived there and learned basics of a substantially fruitful life from childhood onward, this holds a very special in his heart. Thanks.
Thanks Rajinsh...much appreciated!