Looking Back

Terry TrainorStarred Page By Terry Trainor, 30th Apr 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1atph-8_/
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A poem about change and long standing memories. A delve into the past, to the morning of a life, the imagination of a poet.

Looking Back

Looking back from my autumn and summer years, the pages of on my calendar fly backwards and I return to spring times of my youth,
Grey hair disappears it becomes brown again, age hardened wrinkles fade away and furrowed lines turn smooth,
My eyes become clear, glasses are set aside, cloudiness disappears while sharp colourful images return to how they used be. ,
Voices become laughter and ring with innocence and joy, a musical tone resounding echoes of childhood sweetness.

The Sun was Clear

How many friends do we recall from our beautiful memories from black and white days that no longer share our world?
A sister in heaven a playmate, our childish hands picking daisies or buttercups, now makes daisy chains in her heaven.
The memory of summer days when the sun was clear and warm along dear old lanes, fragrant hedgerows sparkled with green silver catkins,
Deep in my mind happiness returns and I can hear her happy voice, and see her pretty face her long hair tied in ribbons.

Queen of Hopscotch

She was the queen of hopscotch, the queen of the playground her hands always white from her stone shaped piece of damp chalk.
With a beaming smile she would scrape squares onto black Tarmac and when she threw her stone it seldom missed.
Singing long forgotten rhymes, of long forgotten times she danced over speeding skipping ropes laughing at each verse.
Top in her class she wrote childish stories of happiness and fairies and when she did her sums I always copied.
She wore a red and white gingham dress with white socks and little brown shoes, I have those shoes today they are my treasure.
Her smile was a smile that glowed as bright as a warm summer day even in the darkest days, even in the rain and snow.
She would would run towards me giggling and touch me on the shoulder shouting tag, she grinned and ran away again.
And when she left us all to fend for ourselves the memory of her beauty walked ahead of me and disappeared into a November fog.

Wanting to Play

Throwing back the veils of time I can see her shaking her ribbons across her flushed brow, full of energy and wanting to play,
And after school racing across dark green flowered meadows or playing hide and seek in the bushes of dense woods,
She throws rose petals and forget-me-nots into a bubbling stream and wets her hot pretty face with clear bright water,
And it seems like right now I can feel my arm around her warm neck and see her simple ribbons fluttering in breezes.

Watching

When I was a child my grand mother, now with the angels in the sky watched over us she made life simple, with her life was safe.
She looked after me and loved me and taught me everything from right from wrong and how to care for what's important.
Her smile became my new sun when any clouds passed over my sky she chased them away and made the sun shine again.
My head on her chest was my refuge in times of childish need her patience and kindness made bad things go away.
She lived at the bottom of a hill and I would race from the top, through the side ally bursting into the back garden.
My granddad pottered in the shed always had a compost fire burning and he let me oil his precious shiny brass tools.
I remember he always stoked the fire with his foot, I thought it would catch alight but my foot stoked it too.
He would limp towards me and bend down and hold my shoulders pressing a silver sixpence in my hand, ‘Don’t tell nan.’


Thinking as a Child

Visiting my nan no tear ever stayed long in my eyes as her dear hand would wipe away that tear forever,
Thinking back as a child to vivid pictures of my loved ones, now they are gone but their kindness comes back to mind,
Friendly voices echo from a distant past and give me strength, as I call on my deepest memories sometimes for help,
How many beautiful scenes have long since passed but beauty always dies, these scenes from so long ago will never return again.
Times now long gone have altered like the visions of a distant dream, such a sad, sad dream a tear rolls down my hardened face.
Remembering fields and lanes where beautiful wild flowers threw their fragrances in the air a gift that mankind has ignored,
Places now changed to streets and cities where buildings have have appeared on golden meadows, on still water meads.
Small towns where church bells used to sound across my world of nature, my eascape, now hammer with the crash of industry.

The Butterfly has Gone

Now I cannot pluck the daisy from the bank as today there is a rubbish on every street corner, litter lies in gutters,
The butterfly has gone to pastures new as broken bottles and contamination have poisened where she used to settle,
Songbirds now departed have left in disgust as thick black smoke has polluted the air where they loved to live,
They understand the difference from then till now, that 'progress' has killed their fields that 'progress' has felled their trees.
Back in the day times were hard, I marched hard and walked through bitterness and hatred with someone dear holding my hand.
The tears I shed as I look upon my loved ones grave fall onto dirty green turf total disrespect covering remains,
The bitterness we lived with was hard but we were strong together, just a little smile and clouds faded in a warm sun.
Even now as I grow older I have to stop every now and then to wipe tear drops from my eyes, It happens every time I look behind.

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Butterfly, Grey Hair, Heavy Industry, Playing, Ribbons, Running, Sheep, Stream

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
1st May 2013 (#)

Terry you have given us a gift of yesterday- your talent-your beauty of writing, has carved it in the book of forever....thank you.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
1st May 2013 (#)

Thank you Delicia. You comment is so nice my dear friend.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
1st May 2013 (#)

Thanks johnnydod

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author avatar Fairy S Jacob
1st May 2013 (#)

aww! so touching...this just reminded me of the Indian poet Toru Dutt's 'Casuarina Tree' ,,one of my favorite poem....Terry let yu shine in poetry,,wishes!

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author avatar Terry Trainor
1st May 2013 (#)

Thank you Fairy for your kind words.

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author avatar Fairy S Jacob
1st May 2013 (#)

You Welcome and I appreciate your imaginary dives and how beautifully you weave the words....appealing really! Wishes!

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author avatar Terry Trainor
1st May 2013 (#)

Thanks again Fairy

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
1st May 2013 (#)

another lovely walk down memory lane dear Terry...quite amazing you are....

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author avatar Terry Trainor
1st May 2013 (#)

Thank you cn

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
1st May 2013 (#)

Every time I say this is the best and then you go one better . Absolutely wonderful . I remember playing hopscotch . No-one minded the chalking on the pavement . It would never happen today

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
1st May 2013 (#)

(Added too soon ) This is sooo good dear Terry . I do hope there are still more beautiful,nostalgic memories to share with us . You see, you weren't meant to leave us , or where would we be ?.
God bless you my dear friend .
Stella >I<

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author avatar Terry Trainor
2nd May 2013 (#)

Stella you are so very kind my angel.

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author avatar Songbird B
3rd May 2013 (#)

Beautifully nostalgic with a bittersweet touch..You really do excel at these wonderful poems Terry..\0/x

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author avatar Terry Trainor
3rd May 2013 (#)

Thank you again Songbird it makes me feel warm when you read my poems.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
8th May 2013 (#)

Inspired poem as all yours are! They are bitter sweet and that adds to the charm! Thanks Terry, you are one of a kind! siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
8th May 2013 (#)

And so are you my dear friend.

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