Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Youth



                                                 
                                                 Youth passed her by before she knew
                                                  Like a fluttering butterfly in flight
                                                  It tripped across the summer days
                                                  Climbed high as a mountain's height

                                                  A Starry eyed girl with lips so sweet
                                                  A flower fresh as the morning dew
                                                  She danced along as the little birds sing
                                                  Youth sparkled like stars as she grew

                                                  She played in the woods and cold, icy creek
                                                  Old weathered barns with musty smells of hay
                                                  Rode an old bicycle down every trail
                                                  Enjoying every moment of every given day

                                                  Oh the joys of swinging under that old maple
                                                  Or sledding down a hill in winter's snow
                                                  So many memories to last a life time
                                                  So many seeds she did sow

                                                  Here on the threshold of the years she stands
                                                  Looking back on another place and time
                                                  When a pretty, young girl with wind, blown hair
                                                  Ran barefoot, leaving her youth behind

                                                  Susie Swanson, 2013
                                                  

23 comments:

  1. This is very moving Susie!! Great job.

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  2. Very nice! I love this one, Susie. This brought back a lot of memories of my own youth too. Thank you for all of your kind words on my blog. :-)

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    1. Thank you for all of your sweet words on mine.

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  3. I can see that young girl. Seems we had a lot of similarities in our youth. Beautiful poem.

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    1. I'm glad you can see her too Susie.Thanks.

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  4. This was so beautiful, Susie... old memories hold quite a lot of emotions, don't they? ((HUGS))

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  5. Susie,
    Oh, this poem sounds like she has many sweet memories attached to her youth. I love the part about her riding her bike down the trails. I used to ride my bike all the time when I was younger, and it would take me everywhere. Loved your poem today, Susie.
    ~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

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  6. Oh, I forgot to say....I smiled when I saw this picture of the tire swing. When my kids were small, I used to go across the street from my mom's house to my aunts where she had a tire swing in her front yard. I would swing them on this tire swing often, and they loved it.
    ~Sheri

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    1. I can just see you on that old swing.. Glad you can relate to my memories as well.. Thank you Sheri.

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  7. Susie, you have such a talent for taking us back to our childhood days. I didn't have a bike when I was growing up, but learned to ride my cousin's bike. We played all over the hillsides and in the branches of water -- wouldn't trade those days for any that kids have now.

    Are you feeling better?

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    1. Thank you so much glad you liked it and can relate.. Yes I'm doing better. Thank you for asking..

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  8. This is a beautiful poem...I think of these things when I am watching my grandson run and play...there is such sweet innocence to youth!

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  9. Hi Susie, this poem was just breathtakingly beautiful. You really captured the feeling. I know sometimes I too like to think back to the days of my girlhood and remember, how it was to have that kind of energy. It is funny how it always the simple things that come back to mind. The taste of mom's fried chicken, the wonderful feeling of stepping out of the door in the morning to walk to school, with a whole day of possibilities awaiting. Sitting on the grass and taking apart a yellow dandelion and examining each and every petal, watching the ants as they worked or finding pictures in the clouds. Sigh. But thank goodness for the memories. You really make them come alive. I am so happy to hear that you are feeling better. Have a lovely afternoon! With Love,Delisa :)

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    1. Thank you Delisa.. I love your memories so much.. It seems like so long a go but yet it's fresh as the morning dew..Hope you have a nice afternoon as well.

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  10. Made me feel like I was that girl!
    Lovely
    Blessings

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    1. Thank you Bethe. You can be as well.. we all have the same memories.

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