Take Me Back to a Day

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 29th Mar 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/2-m6ezuw/
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Think back to your young days at school. I can remember everyone in my class and everyone in that class had his or her own personality. I can never remember who had the best clothes or the best shoes, or if their families had cars or not. All I remember were thirty two little people each with their own loveable faces, haircuts and different ways of dealing with things.

Take Me Back to a Day

Take me back far away, back to where the sun shone all day and we sat on warm new grass,
We had lessons outside, the blue sky shone far and wide, and light winds blew away cares,
The whole class was there, and each of us care, about every single friend in the school,
When every second was remembered, as we shared precious youth, a time spent like pennies.

School Outing

Does this take you to a day, on a school holiday, where one day would change your life,
Where we sat in long grass, we smiled and we laughed, when a ragged cuff meant nothing,
A hole in your sleeves was as common as leaves and scuffed shoes were put on soft grass,
The gold star of the day, was just sitting on hay and you can remember every face there.

The Sun Rises

The sun rises and sets on children and seasons amid changes but they needed no changes,
Each child, has serene splendor and maturity for that reason all children have beauty,
In summer the earth is dry the sky is bright and beautiful with silver threaded clouds,
The countryside is full and the grass fields mown and rich grass blows in warm breezes.

Wander through Fields

Animals wander through fields of dark green grass, and lay down, chewing green shoots,
Leaves of the oak trees regrow their foliage, this time, in a lighter spearmint green,
Heather grows deeper on coloured moors, hawkweeds and honeysuckles, flutter in a wind,
Fruits still small and the nuts still green, are decorations along time honoured lanes.

A breeze wets the eye

A breeze wets the eye as it's time for the rose to bow and hand his reign to foxgloves,
A parade of the pinks march with carnations, balsams, scabiuses, agapanthas stand tall,
Each backed by evening primroses, coreopses, escholtzias and the American morning glory,
The stalks stretch tall, just to show us all that the meadows are the best of the rest.

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School, School Clothes, School Days, School Issues, School Life, School Stories, School-Age Children

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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 Songbird B
29th Mar 2013 (#)

A warm and nostalgic look back on school-days long gone, but always remembered..Just lovely Terry..\0/x

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author avatar Terry Trainor
29th Mar 2013 (#)

Thanks songbird can't seen to concentrate today

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
29th Mar 2013 (#)

Nice blend of school days and nature as welcoming as ever. These innocent days should last but we are forced to grow up and face the harsh reality of life and nowadays too soon! Another heartwarming share, thanks Terry - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
29th Mar 2013 (#)

Thanks siva my dear friend

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author avatar Terry Trainor
29th Mar 2013 (#)

Thanks siva my dear friend

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
29th Mar 2013 (#)

Lovely walk down memory lane Terry .
God bless you
From your little gold star
Stella

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