Wandering back to my childhood days <br />Memory serves up delicious scenes - <br />Days spent roaming the silent woods <br />Gathering wildflowers and bruises; <br />Bloodroots, trilliums, jack in the pulpit <br />These were my favorite ones <br />Some were in plenty, some were scarce <br />Some easy conquest, others more daring <br />High on stone ledges just above reach; <br />Clinging to branches.......stretching.................... <br />Lying on leaf covered ground strewn with acorns <br />Sweet smell of moss warming under my nose <br />Gazing aloft through the leaves overhanging <br />Breeze blowing gently to birdsong and bugs; <br />Sticky and dirt covered, trophies in hand <br />Wandering slowly back home <br />Elbows and knees bleeding and scratched <br />Back pocket hanging by threads <br />Mother was waiting there by the door <br />Ready to scold, yet to kiss <br />Accepting my offer of sweet smelling petals - <br />How could she reprimand this? <br />Those were the days of carefree abandon <br />Never a doubt in my wandering ways, <br />I often return in my daydreaming moments <br />Back to those sweet childhood days.<br /><br />Linda Ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woods-and-wildflowers/
