More memories of childhood and its innocent unbounded imagination.
Vacant Lot
Behind the tenements the vacant lot abounds in life and adventure
Only we the children know its secret
In it is our hidden place where the wild weeds are waiting thick and tall like a jungle only we know the paths to its heart
There the old pickup truck rusty musty interior yet with enough shine for a sleek and swift spaceship
And what a ship it is! It makes a mockery of the speed of light
Warp speed? Ha! We have thought-speed fuelled with imagination and the sky above is only the beginning on our way to countless stars and worlds and endless space
INDEED...AND 'VACANT LOTS' DIFFER, BUT WE ALL HAVE HAD THEM; THAT SPECIAL PLACE WE STEPPED INTO(SOMETIMES STILL DO, THO NOT AS LONG- SMILE)WHERE WE PRETENDED AND DREAMED AND HAD SPECIAL SECRET ADVENTURES(DOLLS AND TEA PARTIES)WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED. WELL DONE, REGIS...THANKS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
photo and poem makes me remember the nights my good neighbor and I would watch the night skies to see Sputnik in the heavens. We did actually see it and were so amazed.
Also one verse reminds me of the time I went to a grade school friends house, and her father took us a wild ride over his fields in his jeep.
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on September 28, 2009
great poem about the power of imagination, mostly lost to our younger days; but that which should be held aloft as we grow older. love this one too!!
A powerful show of imagination. Reminds me of the movie "Bridge to Terabithia". Maybe they stole the idea from you! Such a carefree feeling in this poem, Regis - a tone I would like to see more of from you. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
Dear Regis,
What a wonderful story encapsulated in poetic form. As you know while I was offline over the past few weeks, I spent time writing and wrote quite a few stories about my own childhood memories. Isn't it great to have such an imagination? Some of us never lose that ;-)
Thanks for sharing this.
Chanti
What a wild imagaination- I LOveeeeee it Reg...Very cool reminder of a Fun and Creative boyhood- Thank YOU 4 sharing your heart with US - Many HuGs 2 U- Lady,SheeeOXO....
Thanks for the priceless memories, Regis. These days the vacant lots are lost ... sad ... computer games have taken over. No imagination and creativity.
Awesome, my friend. I remember and old car we had sitting off from my house when we were kids. I remember I'd use the car hood for my stage and I sing to all the imaginary people sitting around. It's a wonder I hadn't fell off! Thanks for bringing back those memories.
Oh, takes me back to my rag-tag tomboy days! Climbing tall pine trees, running through cornfields, creeping amongst eroded tombstones in a long abandonded graveyard, and getting lost in the forest swamp with my older brother and younger sister!
LOVE this one, Regis; it touches that ever playful flame hidden deep in our aging adventurous hearts...
Best,
Carolyn
Thanks for rekindling a little of my childhood, Regis. I agree with Helen's comment about our creativity, making everything into a game, as opposed to the current generation's indulgence with video games. I remember a game we played where we'd bounce a wall off a wall and then, attempt to run to the wall before the ball rolled back to where we were originally standing. It seems, though, the more video technology that comes along, the less creative kids are becoming. It makes me fear where the 'art' of writing will be in another 30 years!
Take care and thanks again. Stellar write.
Jill
Regis...this sure brings back many childhood memories for me. Weren't we creative back then! Not like some of the youngesters that are clued to computers and game boards! Great poem!
Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)
Reviewed on June 7, 2005
A wonderful journey! A delightful read this evening, Regis ...
Oh Regis, this is wonderful, childrens imaginations are limitless and so creative, shame mum's don't understand when you're late for supper!!!...best wishes Andrea
Love this! Didn't we have grand imagination as children, brought on by the most simple of things; no need for expensive electronic gizmos or gadgets. Guess we still maintain that as writers, huh! (but, then...what would we do without our 'puters now? :o)
Micke
Reviewed by D May (Reader)
Reviewed on June 6, 2005
Regis--fond memories here. Reminds me of our times when life was so much safer and innocence remained for longer days.
This was fun read! This reminds me of the time when I had played with my brothers about the ghosts in the street, and we drove the toy cars as fast as we could to be away from the ghosts. Funny it was just a game of a story that we had thought up, but each time we played it out we had so much fun. The game was called, "There Are Ghosts In The Street."
You write with so much ease and fun with this one, and it flows so well. This brought back so much great memories for me with my brothers and the story that we had played out each time. Wonderful write and a great thought-provoking piece indeed!!!!!
Thnx for sharing Regis. I don't have memories like this because my mind was more on dolls and jumping rope. But this a beautifully written time of childhood innocence, when the world was ours. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, stubborn to a fault, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little terrified sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Most Excellent Brings Back Memories,i.e. Mine Climb Tops Of 100' Spruce Trees And Swing Back N Forth Flyen In Wind...
TRASK
Reviewed by Seth Mullins (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2005
My childhood friend Gretchen and I did a lot of exploring in our spaceship. When we got older, we had to begin with this disclaimer: "Remember, we're so used to Earth that when we get out to look at these planets, it may just seem like the same old things we're used to..."
There may come a time in our lives when we realize that the world is a lot more mysterious and unfathomable that we'd previously supposed. In those moments we reclaim a bit of that child. Thanks for another eloquent reminder, Regis!
I just love this journey into your childhood space, Regis. A righteous write. Our "vacant lot" was the jungle surrounding the stream that my brothers hacked a trail through with their machetes. Oh what worlds we created there! Thank you...
... I certainly never was, Regis! Only I was always away galloping into the Never-never on a shining steed that was the separator bars between cow stalls, with bailer twine as reins and a cow-cake sack for a saddle! Different landscape, same terrain of the wonder of childhood imagination. May it never dim, eh? I'm enjoying your forays back into childhood memories: they seem as fresh as the daisies you undoubtedly picked and chained to put around your mother's neck... TY Kate xx
Thanks for the trip back to youthful summer days, but for me it was a old barn that could become anything, on a wide open field. Outstanding write Regis!
Peace and love, Carole
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2005
Two thumbs enthusiastically and excitedly waaaaaaaay UP, Regis!
How you've captured childhood, a place grown-ups seem to conveniently forget, sometimes. These words of yours:
"...thought-speed
fuelled with imagination..."
... are suitable for zooming the mind back to that place we cherish in our memory bank... to the times when it was good to see the beauty and the logic in things our parents could only guess at. God, I love this piece! katy xox
Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2005
Man Regis you just took me back to child-hood!
really great !!!
I really like this one....very original!
well written is an understatement!
all the best',
A marvelous nostalgic write, Regis - and it brought back many wonderful childhood memories for me growing up in a big city, where I loved to explore and imagine. I loved both vacant lots and junkyards - and I often missed supper, too!
Retreating to childhood is one of my favorite things to do...you still own the heart of a child my friend, as it is evident in this charming write. Never lose that beauty. Much love, Michelle
Ahh Regis...whatever happened to children's imaginations? I can remember our vacant field as if it were yesterday, it was our sledding hill in winter, our football field in spring, stick baseball in summer and the woods in the corner of the lot was where I kissed my first girl, smoked my first smoke and dreamed of far away places. Now adays the vacant lots are on a computer screen where kids try to kill, maim or obliterate animated figures. Thanks for rekindling old memories Reg.
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2005
What a wonderful set of memories most of us can look back on as we grew into adulthood. No matter the societal scale of which we found ourselves in, the mindset of the young are forever optimistic. We find beauty and excitment in the most mundane things, i.e., a rusted-out old pickup truck for one. I enjoyed this, brought back my fantasies of my own youth.
Reviewed by J.C. Brinson-Untiet (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2005
LOL Great poem, I see you did make it back from space to write the poem. Hope you had a great trip. Fantasatic poem. JC
You reminded me of my boys when they were younger! Regis you captured this to perfection! (I see the boy in you too;-)
Never lose it!
Eileen
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on June 3, 2005
Regis
This is such a wonderful and happy warming comforting poem Childhood memories as fresh and fun as ever, even as an adult and fueled with imagination. I LOVE IT!!(c :) Makes ya feel good through and through & all over from head to toe. Thanks for this Great Big Smile!\__________/ I desperately needed this poem and smile tonight. (c :) Thanks My friend! xo
Reg/is the Best!! je t'aime ooodles xoox
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Also one verse reminds me of the time I went to a grade school friends house, and her father took us a wild ride over his fields in his jeep.
Sheila
What a wonderful story encapsulated in poetic form. As you know while I was offline over the past few weeks, I spent time writing and wrote quite a few stories about my own childhood memories. Isn't it great to have such an imagination? Some of us never lose that ;-)
Thanks for sharing this.
Chanti
Safi
God bless, Regis.
Sandie.
~Linda
we too used to play with abandon vehicles
until they were finally removed.
William ..... Peace
LOVE this one, Regis; it touches that ever playful flame hidden deep in our aging adventurous hearts...
Best,
Carolyn
blessin's to you Regis,
cynth'ya
Take care and thanks again. Stellar write.
Jill
Paul;-}
Peter
Micke
Mom didn't like it when I missed supper though lol.
Take care
excellent imagery and atmosphere ... i enjoyed the journey ...
A true adventure in the
hearts of many a child.
And yours, of course!
Very well written.
Love, Bonnie
in any event I got to read it again and am glad I did
I wish fantasy could stay past childhood
Let's not let our minds run out of fuel?
This was fun read! This reminds me of the time when I had played with my brothers about the ghosts in the street, and we drove the toy cars as fast as we could to be away from the ghosts. Funny it was just a game of a story that we had thought up, but each time we played it out we had so much fun. The game was called, "There Are Ghosts In The Street."
You write with so much ease and fun with this one, and it flows so well. This brought back so much great memories for me with my brothers and the story that we had played out each time. Wonderful write and a great thought-provoking piece indeed!!!!!
Always a fan,
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Reindeer
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Hey Regis, wanna play astronaughts, huh, huh, huh.
You've sure rekindled the kid in all of us.
Nice one..
TRASK
There may come a time in our lives when we realize that the world is a lot more mysterious and unfathomable that we'd previously supposed. In those moments we reclaim a bit of that child. Thanks for another eloquent reminder, Regis!
My nostalgia gland salutes you! Thank you for the trip back to that vehicle where no star was unreachable and no cause was ever lost.
B
O, the excitement and youthfulness in your words! You bring back pleasant memories and many smiles--thank you, dear friend. :) Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, ton ami, karen lynn in texas. :D *grins*
Peace and love, Carole
How you've captured childhood, a place grown-ups seem to conveniently forget, sometimes. These words of yours:
"...thought-speed
fuelled with imagination..."
... are suitable for zooming the mind back to that place we cherish in our memory bank... to the times when it was good to see the beauty and the logic in things our parents could only guess at. God, I love this piece! katy xox
really great !!!
I really like this one....very original!
well written is an understatement!
all the best',
Rich Criso
Love Tinka
Felix
Never lose it!
Eileen
This is such a wonderful and happy warming comforting poem Childhood memories as fresh and fun as ever, even as an adult and fueled with imagination. I LOVE IT!!(c :) Makes ya feel good through and through & all over from head to toe. Thanks for this Great Big Smile!\__________/ I desperately needed this poem and smile tonight. (c :) Thanks My friend! xo
Reg/is the Best!! je t'aime ooodles xoox
The picture is Perfect.
love and peace
brings a smile to my face