Yesterday’s prompt: Write a ‘back in the day’ poem.
So here we are, already at the end of the month and the last day of the challenge. The prompts produced some interesting results for me this year, and I look forward to revising them and selecting which ones to keep for the next steps…
In the mean time, enjoy this poem inspired by youthful, carefree days of scabby knees and muddy puddles…
The Good Old Days
I remember when
We’d ride bikes until sunset
Struggling to scale the steep hills
Of a muddy makeshift course
Full of perilous dips and bumps,
To then come barrelling down again,
Then repeat, until boredom set in,
Or bloody scabs marked our knees,
(Whatever happened to come first).
This is how we’d pass the days
With only our wits and wily ways
To entertain us, a simpler age
Where anything could keep us amused,
And we’d be forever enthused
By forest paths and mystic caves
Before life became serious and grave.
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