One Last Look.

Terry TrainorStarred Page By Terry Trainor, 10th Jun 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3tcg2_-h/
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Squeezing through a gap in a concrete fence I am back in the fields where my friends and myself played as children. Things have changed it is overrun left to rot or has it always been like that? Did we see things through different eyes many years ago?

Through a Gap






First Of May - Bee Gees. Click for music

On a trip down an old memory lane I squeezed through a gap in concrete fence and stood in a forgotten field.
A place I knew so well, so many years ago is now covered in brambles and blackthorn, these were fields of my youth.
My old stream now bubbles over barbed wire, not coloured round stones, sucker alder hides deeper water, paddling water.
Springs that flowed freely after a few days rain are just ponds, rancid ponds, shopping trolleys tell a sad story.

Lilacs



Lilacs have spread across the edge of the woods they have been left alone, nobody picks flowers round here no more.
But still old laburnum trees stand in their beautiful patches, yellow flowers hang with chains of golden glory.
Once these woody fields were thick with bluebells and bilberry bushes a slope to the stream blazed yellow in gorse and broom.
A black and white thorn hedge surround old playing fields, birds nests hidden in hand scratching thorny branches.

Cut Grass



Cut grass fields nearby used to smell good but so much better in early evenings a couple or three days later.
Sitting on a broken stile green with neglect, green through lack of use, I see what used to be seen, so long ago.
Children busily platting grass others running through long grass and darting in and out of trees, always towards the stream.
Shoes and socks on a leaf mold bank, kids wading up to their knees, there was always one who would splash others.

Days Gone



Returning to my old haunts brings a smile tinged with sadness, I remember climbing trees along my stream’s bank.
Always a few of us climbed the same tree, when we got to the top of a young tree we would sway back and forward.
Then we would sway harder and faster until the top snapped we fell hanging onto green branches, never got hurt.
Standing up brushing dots of moss from my jeans I stand and look hard into my past, to days gone, gone forever.
I wonder when people stopped coming here, I wonder what made them change the pastimes of ancient pasts.
Oh well it’s time to go now and as I reach the concrete fence I stop and look back, just to have one last look, just one last look.

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Field And Stream, Fields, Flower And Seed In Sun, Flower Carpet, Flowering Plant, Friends Forever, Friendship, Poetry

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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 Stella Mitchell
10th Jun 2013 (#)

thank you for looking back for us Terry and giving us such a nostalgic taste of days of yor , when paddling in streams and climbing trees was such a good way to pass the days .
God bless you always .
Stella ><

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author avatar Terry Trainor
11th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you my dear friend

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author avatar Grumpybear
10th Jun 2013 (#)

Yesterdays gone but tomorrow will never be here. Makes me think of days gone by. We will always miss those days. Ty Terry for painting such a picture of our pasts. :)

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author avatar Terry Trainor
11th Jun 2013 (#)

Thanks for reading Grumpbear and for lovely comments. Have a great day my dear friend.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
11th Jun 2013 (#)

Thanks for reading Grumpbear and for lovely comments. Have a great day my dear friend.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
10th Jun 2013 (#)

You take us there with your amazing use of (contrast words)- soft "moss" and "concrete fence" -"looking back hard" through your eyes we see those tender years..... beautiful, thank you Terry

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
11th Jun 2013 (#)

yes Terry another lovely page...

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author avatar Terry Trainor
11th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you cn.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
11th Jun 2013 (#)

Thanks Delicia, such lovely comments. Thank you my dear friend.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
10th Jun 2013 (#)

Smell of cut grass entice my all,
Show me the hay to stand tall.
I'm climbing again roof over head,
With magic of life in what I said.

With anthems of love touching soul,
Bringing the magic so true and whole.
Pouring in mortality into all life's dream,
This is my Vision my Silent Scream.

Which no one can hear but One Above.
Who gives me everything in Power of Love.
Pouring equality in all that I say,
This is the fact of Truth, Light and Way.

With Lilac resplendence scent to soothe,
All for love and for common good.
Bringing the spell that touches within,
As the Angels now clear the original sin.

Bringing in the mirror to reflect it all,
As I in the image now stand so tall.
Bringing in the energy all Equal under Sun,
Who stands up so proudly second to none.

Flowering all trees with rushes of love,
Showing the petals flowing from Above.
Bringing back the cascades in Riot of Spring,
Showing the birds and bees wake to sing.

Nature's my life my true and whole,
Planet Earth my name life in soul.
With musical harmony singing out in love,
I am All of Creation whispering in love.

The Air we breathe, the watery flow,
The Riot of Seasons of Eternal Glow.
Castrating all Evil that comes Alive,
Nature and Creation show a will to survive.

With anthems of love flowing from heart,
Heralding the true life a brand new start.
Knowing the hardship the pain and tears,
Growing stronger in love calming all fears.

Breaking the shackles of pain and life,
Immortalising Creation Planet Earth is Wife.
Sending the apparition to the ground down below,
To whither and die away rot until snow.

For past is the learning future is love,
Gift of adulation standing bare Above.
Showing the truth of life that shocks all,
Its the bouquet of Roses making call.

Showing that the cooler waters love,
With clouds of happiness standing Above.
Sending the truth of life from Trees on Root,
This is the fact of Creation bearing fruit.

For I am who I am and Nature shows way,
It is the triumph that is here to stay.
For its the love that follows deep in heart,
Showing the likeness of a brand new start.

For with love I close the chapter of past,
Into a future that is changing fast.
Bringing the Riot of life seen around,
I am Planet Earth and Nature is my surround.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) Lady Aiyanna 11th June 2013

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
11th Jun 2013 (#)

find your own pages to write on NOT ours...

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author avatar LOVERME
11th Jun 2013 (#)

you have greatest visitors on wiki nuts
and all not

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
12th Jun 2013 (#)

Fond memories of time gone by. Times change too fast and kids get distanced from nature into a world of artificiality. Maybe, the clock can turn back a little to catch our breath and also not to forget our past Your lovely words resonates within us all, Terry - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
14th Jun 2013 (#)

Thanks my dear friend

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author avatar LOVERME
13th Jun 2013 (#)

r u on a long sabatical presently sir terry

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author avatar Terry Trainor
14th Jun 2013 (#)

Hi my friend, no too well at the moment but should be back to write again next week, thanks for asking.

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author avatar Kingwell
13th Jun 2013 (#)

I love such memories.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
14th Jun 2013 (#)

Thanks again my friend

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author avatar LOVERME
14th Jun 2013 (#)

get well soon
in one year
a teacher asked a straggler
''''' R U NOT IN THE WELL .... HE REPLIED
I WILL BE SOON...Hahahaha

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author avatar Mariah
20th Jun 2013 (#)

Those were the days my friend we thought they'd never end..as the song goes.
Nostalgia has a bitter sweet feel doesn't it Terry, warm memories but with sad undertones because a contented chapter of our lives
has passed.
Beautifully written as always
Mariah

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author avatar Terry Trainor
20th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you my dear friend.

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