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Rainy Day Times
Back in the days when we played in the attic
When we were all small and loved the hair static
We'd make fun of looks and laugh at our faces
We'd hoodwink the image of dusty old traces
Those trunks of our childhood
They held old folks dreams
We'd squeal when it'd open from curious screams
The joys of a button all tarnished and old
We hoped for lost treasure...we wanted the gold
Our fantasies laughed and let go of emotions
We dusted off shells...that echoed the ocean
Moth-eaten hats and fedora feathers
Rusty old hinges and worn out old leather
Stuff of a lifetime in rotting old wood
Memories keeping good children good
When rainy day moments sent smiles to the top
That held old folks dreams in heated old lofts
Where children found images decked out in dreams
From years long ago among moments with things
That housed love and glory...the patriots vote
The red white and blue that sheltered their hopes
The past of a dynasty dressed up to there
Kids all in smiles amid dreams of lost years
Those rainy day moments when we played in side
We played hide and seek with broomsticks our ride
The friends that were there the siblings who played
In rainy day times where our memory stayed
Susan,
"We played hide and seek with broomsticks our ride
The friends that were there the siblings who played
In rainy day times where our memory stayed "
Precious.
Peg
Wonderful write! It puts all the great memories back into myself.
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2003
This is so very beautiful.....I really enjoyed reading this one Susan. Thank you.....Dani :)
Reviewed by Eroica Mendoza (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2003
i could smell good and bad memories... this has been a good travel to the past...
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 29, 2003
I remember that old attic and those trunks of old clothing. They smelled like cedar and mothballs. Isn't nostalgia great. Well done.
Had a ball reading.
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Lovely,
Reindeer
"We played hide and seek with broomsticks our ride
The friends that were there the siblings who played
In rainy day times where our memory stayed "
Precious.
Peg
Chrissie
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
Had a ball reading.