Linda Ori

Rookie - 169 Points (08/13/1945 / UTAH)

Woods And Wildflowers - Poem by Linda Ori

Wandering back to my childhood days
Memory serves up delicious scenes -
Days spent roaming the silent woods
Gathering wildflowers and bruises;
Bloodroots, trilliums, jack in the pulpit
These were my favorite ones
Some were in plenty, some were scarce
Some easy conquest, others more daring
High on stone ledges just above reach;
Clinging to branches.......stretching....................
Lying on leaf covered ground strewn with acorns
Sweet smell of moss warming under my nose
Gazing aloft through the leaves overhanging
Breeze blowing gently to birdsong and bugs;
Sticky and dirt covered, trophies in hand
Wandering slowly back home
Elbows and knees bleeding and scratched
Back pocket hanging by threads
Mother was waiting there by the door
Ready to scold, yet to kiss
Accepting my offer of sweet smelling petals -
How could she reprimand this?
Those were the days of carefree abandon
Never a doubt in my wandering ways,
I often return in my daydreaming moments
Back to those sweet childhood days.

Comments about Woods And Wildflowers by Linda Ori

  • (6/20/2009 9:44:00 PM)

    This poem was very tender and so relaxing. I could feel your peace and happiness collecting those flowers. Professionaly written in my opinion. Strong in detail and imagery. I loved it. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/20/2007 5:25:00 AM)

    As an aging country boy I felt this to the core Linda. It isn't only romantic love that can break our hearts: childhood memories like this are heartbreakingly bittersweet to the not so young who had experiences such as these. You'll hardly believe just how much this moved me. Took me all the way back - I could smell the moss, felt the scratches and remember the beauty and scents of the flowers (a really soft guy I know! - too bad) . It reeks of the innocence that time and life take from us, the loss of which is so hard to bear as we age. A magnificent reconstruction of childhood experience. This says so much about you! ! Thank youxx (Report) Reply

  • (8/5/2006 11:31:00 PM)

    Gathering wildflowers and bruises...this line is so too.. always hurt and bleeding...we were so close to nature then...and i pity today's children who dont get their fingers soiled playing with (Report) Reply

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  • (8/5/2006 5:58:00 PM)

    And how beautiful they were, this sounds so wonderful, I would love to be able to offer my Children lovely memories such as these, I must try harder
    Love to you and your closest Linda
    Love duncan X
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010

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