When I was a child
how I love to dress
my face in a book.
Entering worlds I’ve
never known.
I’d hide behind the cover.
discovering secret gardens,
children in boxcars, and
little women decked out
in petticoats.
On summer nights when
I could be coaxed out of
the books I loved.
My brother and I would
chase fireflies and play
Mother May I under
the backyard lights.
We were safe then under
the stars and constellations.
These were the years of
innocence and freedom
As a child you don’t notice
things like the moon losing
itself to the sky, or the cold
touch of the air.
As an adult you’re more apt
to notice the bee, the sting
the thorn, the horsewhip
Yet there’s still the beauty
of stories in a book and
nature’s sweet allure .
Sitting on a porch swing
the wind blowing hazily
Losing yourself in words
The call of distant shores,
The lure of courtships and
rosehip. In these times the
world brightens. The mind
alive with a gentle pitch
No need to rush or fuss
The sun refuses to faltered
Your soul becomes supernatural
Life’s frailties for a moment abated .
-Tosha Michelle
The ending of this video is perfection (as the music ends and the last chapter begins). 💕
So beautiful. Those are the best times ! 🤗
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Thanks so much
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This captures childlike sentiments perfectly. Great poem.
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Thanks John
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love this, Belle! ❤
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Thanks tuxedo guy 💕
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Great poem, and great memories. I enjoyed Winnie the Pooh. The recent movie brought back some great memories. May you enjoy time in the forest and enjoy some hunny. May you never leave even when you are 100.
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Aww thanks I wish the same for you. . It’s such a classic childhood tale. The ending makes me cry.
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Aww. You are very graciously welcome. Do you need a tissue to wipe your tears?
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Ha! 💕
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P.S. Being fall, I can see you having fun running barefoot through the fallen leaves.
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Oh yeah, definitely. There was nothing more fun as as a kid than jumping in a pile of freshly raked leaves. I am still all about it. Ha ha
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Glad that you are.
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Regaining innocence an awe of childhood would be so wonderful. Books are such a doorway into other worlds. ❤
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They truly are💕
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🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
DON’T YOU JUST LOVE THIS ONE?
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Appreciate it
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lovely
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