Rising Fives...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 06 May 2016
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My son rides high upon my shoulders...
hacking our way through jungle.  In reality –
the stubble of a wheat crop; both taller
than we dreamed we could ever be.
 
He somersaults over furrows
like an acrobatic clown – winnowing
west towards the moor – misty,
in the mid-morning haze.
 
Hungry to learn, I could teach
him many things; that the world
is round. That the sun rises in the east
and sets in the west
 
yet, make the grade, and wherever 
he is, he will be right there at the top;
this boy who loves trampolines 
and vanilla ice-cream...
 
stomping in puddles – damselflies,
dandelions, and surprises. You know
he’s not a herd  of stampeding stallions,
but that he is, if he thinks he is.
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Submitted by celticman on

he is what he'll be, that's plain to see. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Think you're right theresmiley  with knobs on.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Loved the childlike innocence of this poem Tina. That wonderful freedom to not have a care in the world described so well here.

Really enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks Jenny, so pleased you enjoyed.

Tina

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A lovely picture of family fun, and the pleasure in the delights around, and the desire to listen, and be taught aright to think, and given sensible answers to questions. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Many thanks for reading, and for sharing you thoughts, Rhiannon.

Tina

 

Submitted by Yvonne Anderson on

Lovely poem of joy and hope

Best wishes. Yvonne

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Yvonne.  More than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Love the last line.

Lovely poem Tina.

Lindy

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Imagination and adventure - a child's belief to be anything and make it so. Such a lovely time of childhood and so wonderful to be caught up in it as a mother.

Loved reading this, reminded me when my two boys were young children.smiley  

Penny4athought

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

The imagination of a child, the temptation to meddle and the glorious right to be an individual...it's all there.  I found myself tripping through the same fields with my daughter as a little girl.  Now she is 30 and married.  Most definitely an individual !   

Thank you for a lovely poem.

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Tina,

 

It's been a while since you posted anything.  Hope everything is okay with you.  Rhiannon and I have been worried..

 

Moya

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I too have been wondering what's happened to Tina,

hope things are okay. I miss your writing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

I contacted her a while ago and she said her husband wasn't too good, he has Parkinsons. Not sure how they are doing now.

Lindy

Submitted by Ladylily on

A rich poem. Written perfectly. A Mother and son...a lovely piece. 

Regards Geraldine.

LadyLily