memories of my child hood so vivid so gay
bright sunshine big snow storms so different then today

sledding till we coulndt feel our hands and feet
gloves were uselessly wet and so was our seat

barefoot running those damn thistle weeds owe
climbing the barbed wire fence to chase the cows

climbing trees till the branch swayed
swimming hole leisures on a hotsummer day

memories of laughs smiles and yes tears
no one can take your memories throughout the years



next tag and welcome jamie nice poems

next tag vacation


which i am in dire need offfff i am still gonna create this soundproof primal scream closet it would work wonders i know it would