Patti Joyce
afternoon adventures
in that pocket wilderness
lovely thoughts of a summer childhood
a tiger and a ferocious hound of the baskerville
lurked in the bushes
waiting to pounce on us and drag us away
to their lairs
swinging on low hung branches
we imagined ourselves to be
jungle jane girlfriends of tarzan
running through waterfalls
getting saturated shrieking
we built a shelter out of branches
our secret hidey hole
and all within a stone's throw
of the kitchen back door
and the call to come in for tea
Midweek Motif - Poets United
Yes, yes! We had an imaginary wilderness, too, in a place that except for proximity to the house and the trace of many feet, was wilderness enow.
ReplyDeleteNostalgic write. Luv it Rall.
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Within every child, there is a core that turns the mundane, into an adventurous wilderness to explore.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this poem, which took me back to childhood summers......wonderful!
ReplyDeletethe fertile imaginations of how we played, and dreamed and saw the trees for the mown lawns and the tigers for the jungle .... this is a lovely poem ... filled with the delight of the easy play of those days
ReplyDeleteThose inbuilt memories of who we once were now are shattered by iPads, goggleboxes and busy thumbs whilst legs and arms are secretly wishing to explore once more.
ReplyDeleteChildhood frolicking in the rain is such fun. Even if within the house area it was still reality through great imagination! Very real Rall!
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Aw...childhood wilderness. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI remember that imaginary wilderness! Thank you for reminding me, Rall!
ReplyDeleteYes, little girls at play, a delightful read.
ReplyDeleteHomemade wildernesses are the best of all!
ReplyDeleteA safe and fun wilderness of your own creation. Wonderful, Rall!
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