As A Little Child

Was in a sentimental mood :D

 

As a little child I used to play out in the sludge,

My welly-boots were much too big, through mud I used to trudge.

I’d see my footprints on the ground and hunt out all the worms,

Who wriggled whilst I called them names and gave me icky germs.

 

I used to chase the butterflies they always flew too quick,

I never caught a single one so daddy longlegs I would pick.

I used to blow the dandelions and watch the seeds go drifting,

I used to find fat sluggers under rocks that I was lifting.

 

 I used to love to run down hills my legs would be all blurry,

The opposite of caterpillars, chubby slow and furry.

I also loved to jump in puddles, the deepest ones that I could get,

I’d watch the water, splashing round me, feel my socks get soaking wet.

 

I used to sit upon the swings and will myself to touch the sky,

I never made it to the clouds, I never did quite found out why?

And now I’m no longer a child, I miss the world of simple pleasure,

Where we loved to see a rainbow; where shiny conkers were a treasure.

 

But why should we conform to boredom, I don’t want to live that way!

I’ll stay an infant on the inside, in long grass I’ll go and lay.

I’ll run down all the hills I see and marvel when I see the snow,

Ill still go splashing in the puddles, squelch in mud where’re I go.

Reviews

[Patricia L. Allen]

This takes me back to when i was an innocent child at play, exploring all the simple joys of life. You took me there to linger and make the same choice/ I'll stay an infant inside as well! You are a marvelous poet, keep it up!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

A lively little rhyming poem. You did very well with the rhyming.

[Lorraine]

I'm amazed of your consistent rhyme scheme from start to bottom. It really is pretty sentimental, but it's also very descriptive and beautiful. I say you really are talented when it comes to writing poems. It has depth and emotion enough to make me picture a child innocently enjoying life. Good Job.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Melissa Kesead]

Wonderful imagery. I, also, have written about my childhood. Great memories go a long way and reflections on them can lift you up on even the darkest days. Thanks for sharing!

[Lakurie]

This is such a nice and cheery and... colorful poem! I really like all the imagery, i can just see the legs running up the hill, and the puddles, and the rain and the mud... and the way you wrote it it just makes you feel it and want to get down and dirty as a kid. I really liked it, even if i didnt really get to do all of the things you mentioned, or did them seldomly, it made me feel all that joy and pleasure of picking insects and such. I like the rythm, and the rhyme. Very nicely done!!!