I wrote this today because I was missing the days of my childhood. I miss the carefree, warm summer days. Life seemed so much easier then. I wrote this specifically with this rhyme pattern because it is a simple, childlike rhyming scheme. It follows the life of an unnamed little boy that can't appreciate, as no child can, what a dreamlike, wonderful childhood he has. The imagery I imagined in my mind for this is Smoot park in Centerville, but it's supposed to be in someone's backyard, not a public park. If that makes any sense. The ending is not meant to be sad, but rather a long-awaited homecoming for boy. Anyway, feel free to leave comments :) Thanks for reading
Swing, swing, as the days fly by
little boy laughs as he reaches for the sky
Pirates and princes join in the fun
little boy smiles and lifts his face to the sun
Green grass tickles toes that reach
cool water rushes past the sandy beach
Playgrounds are castles, sticks become swords-
Rescue the damsel, win the dragon's hoard
Dream, dream, as the days fly by
little boy grows till he can almost reach the sky
No monsters or dragons are in sight
little boy leaps from the swing in mid-flight-
Green grass fades into autumn's brown
water is cold now, as it slows down
Playgrounds are dull now, sticks are broken-
lonely and saddened, afraid to be barren
Leave, leave, as the days fly by
little boy smiles as he leaves for the last time
Memories forgotten, left behind
little boy won't remember this in time
Grass grows long, unheeded at all
water grows wild, choked by the fall
Playground is overgrown, trees grow tall
forgotten by a child, no longer small
Time will replace any memories of this place
Its carefree solace, once, so endless
now waits in silence, for a break of the absence...
waits, waits, in vain.
Wait, wait, as the days go by
Old man trembles as he tries not to cry
First home changed so much by time
Old man remembers before it all went awry
Green grass welcomes the long awaited man
cool water laps over knotted hands
In trees shade, a figure lies, his last breath
a smile, as he's welcomed home by death
This makes me a nerd, but I really liked your use of slant rhymes in this poem. They tickled my brain...
ReplyDeleteAnd I love that the rhyme scheme stays fairly consistent until this stanza:
Time will replace any memories of this place
Its carefree solace, once, so endless
now waits in silence, for a break of the absence...
waits, waits, in vain.
All of a sudden, in the midst of all this procession and pattern, you threw in a break and it adds a nice emphasis to the sadness of this part of the poem. Then, with the repetition of "waits" and the shortened, choppy line, it kind of all feels like the description of the playground- broken down, overrun, sad...
The poem evoked really awesome innocent feelings and then led us to sad feelings then back to hopeful, innocent feelings. And the use of grass and water being the markers of the change was really cool.
I love that the poem made me think of this last winter. It seems like this poem emphasizes that winter is the end of something great, and that you kind of forget how to play when spring rolls back around- I always felt like I only appreciated summer right at the end, right when I remembered how to have fun again. It made me also think about winter being a time to grow up, and spring being a time to revel in the age you are.
Yep. I like this poem!