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  Twelve, Going On Twenty-One
by J. Allen Wilson
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
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I pine away for the morning of my youth, when in reality…I should be enjoying the evening.

Twelve, Going On Twenty-One


I was twelve, and going on twenty-one,

as the days limped languidly into my forever.

I walked without care amidst these rolling Carolina hills, and its hot July sun.

Ripe sweet peaches clung precariously everywhere beneath small spindly limbs.

And I trekked with ease through the orchard, and up past the old farms decrepit house.

Up and over the pasture gate went I, and onto the river for a summers secret swim.

Times were so simple then…you know…care free days…hot summers sun.

Oh so very simple when you were only twelve, and going on twenty-one.

I remember so well as I would walk with extra care through the large north pasture.

I would watch each little step as to avoid the cow pies that dotted this lush green field.

Field larks would rise ahead of me like frightened puffs of smoke from the tall grass

And the memories of this time were soundly forged to my mind for ages to last.

With each magic acre walked another daydream would be wrought.

For in this day, I was a soldier, scientist, astronaut and king,

I was anything I wanted to be in this summer of dreams.

After all….I was twelve…going on twenty-one.


J. Allen Wilson © SEVEN 2006








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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
A wonderful repast...and the peaches picture makes me drool!

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
A delicious write, a wonderful walk through memories. The days of our youth are precious, as long as they were good ones.
Reviewed by ROCK-Salt! Proctor
Were still 12, going on 81 now, Allen. Even tho the years went by, we can't feel a thing,
different in our schemes.
If we but let go of our, now
and, in our yesterdays, laugh and sing.
Cause life is just a short trip, to heaven or to hell.
I'm very glad, that in your life,
He grabbed you, from the swell;
of lust and greed and evil too,
He showed, you, a different path,
and now your light shines for us all,
in your present and your past!! ROCK-Salt!!
Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
Your taste for your youth is a precious memory. Your senses are alive still...the smell of peaches with the thirst of new adventure. Those were the days when we didn't feel obligated to the future because we were going to live forever. I'd love to renew the senses and emotions justing peeking in those glorious days!
Thanks for the memory.
Reviewed by Lew Duffey
Do remember what the man said, "When I was 16 my old man didn't know anything but by the time I turned 21 he had wised up a lot."
Your poem kind of reminded me of that. Please don't ask me why.
Good Writing,
God Bless,
Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Times were so simple then…you know…care free days…hot summers sun.

God, weren't they?! You've brought back some wondrous memories here for me, too, J. Allen. You've also given me a yen for some delicious peaches.
Reviewed by m j hollingshead
i like this, what memories are stirred esp by the photo
Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
Allen, a rich and beautiful experience, getting to retrace your path at twelve...going on twenty-one! I truly enjoyed this.

blessings, Rhonda
Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
Having just returned from my mmother's house in those NC mountains, I am so intouch with the nostalgia in your words and images. To be young and invincible again...I'm working on the simplicity.
Reviewed by Vicky Jeter
Allen - I can't imagine anyone Not being captivated by Something
in this pristine memory. Bravo! Vicky Jeter
Reviewed by E T Waldron
Allen this is so beautifully written, the nostalgia of those halcyon days make this so precious!Splendid poem!
Reviewed by Ed Matlack
Now you are a hundred dreaming of again being twelve...I hear ya my friend...ed
Reviewed by jude forese
ah, to experience the days of youth again ... excellent images, Allen ...
Reviewed by Felix Perry
Ahhh such sweet memories when our hearts, minds and souls were free to wander into dreams of tomorrow, not reminisce on dreams of past. Great write Allen.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

I know all about dodging those land mines ( cow pats ) in the rolling fields of North and South Carolina..LOLS
Enjoyed this memory filled walk with you...

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