remember <br />the curiosity <br />as a child <br />the stirring <br />in the heart <br />the first time <br />you saw <br />a hornbill, <br />a crane <br />that had <br />set wings <br />to your imagination <br />of colours, <br />feathers, and flight <br /> <br />an elephant <br />such giant honest creature <br />you could get them <br />walk in a line <br />down the circus <br />their trunks <br />trumpeting a song <br />livening up childhood years <br />the strong stench <br />of ammonia <br />from their hair, <br />never a repellent <br />to shun them <br /> <br />walk, walk, walk, <br />they saunter <br />down your dream <br />and childhood lane <br /> <br />after so many years <br />the giant elephants <br />that remain <br />the fondest of pets <br />illusive pets <br />that grace <br />a dozen stories written, <br />painted with them <br /> <br />remember <br />the million trees <br />in the forests <br />are to fire <br />the imagination <br />of the world <br />of the cuddly, <br />strange creatures in them <br /> <br />to light up <br />that inquisitive spirit <br />in all of us <br />to learn and <br />explore <br />every living creature <br />from the mouth of moms, <br />books, and neighbours <br /> <br />remember <br />the trees <br />stand in a straight line <br />as guards of honour <br />to salute that child <br />in your heart <br />that runs <br />the length and breath <br />of your mind, soul <br />the essence of your personality <br />the elephants trumpeting a song <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />Remember <br />Remember me when I am gone away, <br />Gone far away into the silent land; <br />When you can no more hold me by the hand, <br />Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. <br />Remember me when no more day by day <br />You tell me of our future that you plann'd: <br />Only remember me; you understand <br />It will be late to counsel then or pray. <br />Yet if you should forget me for a while <br />And afterwards remember, do not grieve: <br />For if the darkness and corruption leave <br />A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, <br />Better by far you should forget and smile <br />Than that you should remember and be sad. <br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-22/
