Bring Back The Days
~Tamara Hillman~
Bring back the days
With play an' laughter,
no worry or strife.
Let me Swing so high
In the old apple tree,
Like monkeys in a jungle
screaming with glee.
I want to chase chickens
Back into their pen,
An' ride the young heifers
'Cross the land again.
Run in the sunshine,
Play in the field,
Hide in the sweet corn,
Eat Apples, unpeeled.
Rope-swing into haylofts,
Ride horses on roads,
Wade Ponds by the dozen
Searching out toads.....
Those were the days!
Indeed, dear 🧡 friend. Those were the days. Lovely post, beautiful photo and illustration. Thanks so much, Denise.
ReplyDeleteAnd hello to you too my dear friend :) So glad you enjoyed my post. You are very welcome and thank you too 🫶
DeleteSigh... Of course for my brother and me it would be climbing mango trees and running through the sugar cane fields of Oahu.
ReplyDeleteNow that sounds like a wonderful childhood Kay :)
DeleteThis poem is wonderful, Denise, full of quotes. I remember in my master's degree, in the poem writing exercises, they showed us quotes to incorporate into our own poem!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your memories Katerina :) I enjoyed them.
DeleteCarefree country days. Good poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ginny, lovely to remember our good old days :)
DeleteYes the world was better then.
ReplyDeleteThe good old days :)
DeleteThanks for the pleasant memories. Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome Linda, and thank you :)
DeleteOh yes, Denise, those were indeed the days.
ReplyDeleteAgreed Margaret :)
Delete... we thought they'd never end...
ReplyDeleteLove that and very true :)
DeleteTamara Hillman’s words stir up a sweet ache for the wild freedom of childhood where joy was found in dirt-covered knees, sunlit fields, and the pure, untamed wonder of simpler times
ReplyDeleteBeautifully worded Roentare :) simpler times really are the best for me.
Delete🎶Those were the days, my friend,
ReplyDeleteWe thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance forever and a day🎶
I have had that song in my head ever since I found this poem :)
DeleteI miss being young and carefree...
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean Angie, and there is nothing quite like the innocence of childhood :)
DeleteTan bueno como ese maravilloso paisaje es tu bello poema.
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo.
Muchas gracias por tu lindo comentario. ¡Que tengas un muy feliz día! :)
DeleteOh yes, those were the days. Wouldn't it be nice if we could bring that back.
ReplyDeleteIt would indeed :)
DeleteWe still do that here... :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like fun :)
DeleteSimple pastimes all too often fading into oblivion. I led a bird walk last evening for a mom, her young daughter and the child of a neighbour. It was so heartwarming to have the mother say to her child, “There’s a good tree to climb.” One is far more accustomed to hearing, “Don’t do that. You’ll fall and hurt yourself.”
ReplyDeleteYou shared a lovely moment David, thank you!
DeleteThose days of childhood are long gone from here. But I can watch my granddaughters enjoy them.
ReplyDeleteTreasured moments for sure :)
DeleteOh Denise, this poem captures my heart. How I long for the good ole days too....especially when my parents were still alive. I miss them so. ~Andrea xoxo
ReplyDeleteSo glad and I know what you mean Andrea :) I still miss mine after all these years xoxo
DeleteThose youthful days are fun to remember.
ReplyDeleteThey certainly are :)
DeleteFun days for sure, love the poem! Take care, have a great day!
ReplyDeleteThank you Eileen and I wish you the same :)
DeleteCountry memories, for sure. :)
ReplyDeleteSounds lovely Rita! How are you today? Healing well I hope :)
DeleteThose were the days of free range children.
ReplyDeleteI like that Red, a good way of describing it :)
DeleteOh my yes indeedy....just perfect
ReplyDeleteHugs cecilia
Very much so, thank you Cecilia :)
DeleteNice, sounds like they had a lot of fun
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra, I think so :)
DeleteWhat a lovely poem and thought. Wonderful photos, too!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jeanie, so glad you enjoyed :)
DeleteWhat a delightful poem. I sure do miss those good 'ole days. They were still enchanting when my children were growing up. ; ) Thanks for this special poem today, Denise.
ReplyDelete~Sheri
You are very welcome Sheri, and the same here :)
DeleteThey were!
ReplyDeleteIndeed :)
DeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteThank you Christine :)
DeleteI enjoyed seeing your image and reading the poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely post Denise, thank you.
All the best Jan
Thank you Jan, so happy you liked it. All the best to you too :)
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