One Day in New Jersey

another childhood memory~

It plays back with dogs' eyes,
The exhalations of a long past time
When skies were painted by God and
Tainted foliage never thrived.

Stars were magic and from heaven torn,
But they were away that morn'.
The jeweled sun had out thrust,
Star and moon, from which night was born.

Tiny form in a white frame,
Father leading its way.
The trinket fell out the beast's mouth.
Love sung in his eyes; a sun ray.

Sleeping beside a field of flowers,
He left the beast and towers,
And ran into the realm of spring
To separate trinket from bowers.

He plucked a blossom for the one with water's eyes.
Love is magnificent. Life is a prize.

Author's Note

About the time my dad took me for a ride in his white firebird and I dropped my plastic shovel out the window. He stopped the car to get it and came back with a flower~ X3 I was so young, and that memory is the greatest.

Reviews

[Bud]

This is truly a beautiful poem. Your sentiments are sincerely heartfelt. I particularly liked these lines:

"When skies were painted by God..."

"He plucked a blossom for the one with water's eyes.
Love is magnificent. Life is a prize."

These words moved me! Excellent write. Keep up the outstanding work!

[~AmateurWriter]

This is a really good poem. I'm not sure New Jersey is that magical though ;) For people who haven't been here, you give a great description and it would help them picture the place you're describing. Great poem though. I love it.


xoxo Lia