The Ides of Winter

 

 

Our days lit by constant sunshine

strength in numbers was our design

In hand me downs we ran through town

with baseball bat and ball of twine

 

By golden skies and rustled tree

for reasons yet unknown to me

My eyes were keen to beauty seen

this soul my own as I was free

 

When Ides of Winter come to be

oh times when lives were all carefree

Follow my track all the way back

to friends who meant so much to me

 

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Author's Note

Oh the taste of youth .How sweet it was to jump from bed, everyday in the constant summer of my memories

Reviews

[Dinesh Sairam]

WOW.. Awesome!

"Then we aged the world took over"

^ Amazing how you shift the pulse and meaning of the poem with just one line!

"When Ides of Winter come to be
oh times when lives were all carefree
Follow my track all the way back
to friends who meant so much to me"

Got me nostalgic there :( Perfect write brother! :) Keep writing.

[little lily Bride of Ch..]

so weird lol... just got done watching Sand lot 2 the movie i love their movies love this poem nice work thank you for sharing. god bless

[Lydia Blackwell]

Tate- you are fabulous! I just love reading your poetry. It always delivers. I could almost feel what it was like to be you as a young man. I DO miss my youth! I am glad that you have memories that you can enjoy, like I have. It takes the sting out of aging a bit, doesn't it?

[Ladysue]

Tate, I adore this one. It has all the wonderful memories of those playful summer days. Very moving and so well captured....

[Raul Moreno]

Amazing work Tate, those nostalgic days linger in my mind...Raul

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Oh the days. I am thankful to have happy childhood memories such as these.
Your words are refreshing after a long and hectic day. Thanks. I needed this.

[ShAb]

Youth, I know sweet memories..Carefree indeed, and now its almost the opposite..We always reminsce those times, they were so precious..:) But there's hope in "now" as well..You'll find it.. Love the way you rhyme so effortlessly, you've really become a wise craftsman.
Critic : You could elaborate a bit more,more metaphors perhaps?.

I love this... this is going into my favorites. This was such a beautiful way to portray childhood and innocence, and then once you grow older, nothing is as wonderful and beautiful as it once was. I remember my childhood filled with laughter and cotton candy, and friends and long summer days, having adventures. I miss those days so much right now. Thank you for bringing me back into my childhood, even if it was for a short time.

[DeadToTheWorld]

I love this and the picture..that is from the movie "the sandlot" aint it? over all this was a great write I especially like the song I hope you don't mind but I added it to my Playlist ( not the one on my full profile ) :) wonderful write thanks for sharing :)

[EMW]

Summer is a great season but not my favorite. I prefer Autumn.

[Awdures]

Summers were always golden, running through heather completely barefoot and cutting our legs on it was a past time here in Wales. This poem was poignant and extremely well written Tate. Thoroughly enjoyable!