Nostalgia Childhood Poems

I’m sitting on my lawn chair
Outside the night is cool
I hear the trees swaying
The breeze chills my skin
It knocks on my hippocampus  
Am I...

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In the morning light, a milk bottle stands,
A relic of bygone days, in my trembling hands.
Embossed with nostalgia, a link to the past,
From the dairy...

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Once grandeur,  
and perched on an expansive terrain 
The humble monumental frame 
that had bounced children's laughter
from its walls 
And had displayed historical images...

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Running fancy free into a field,
Chasing butterflies my path revealed,
My arms outstretched into the sky,
I am so happy--not caring why.
Cooled by a fragrant soft Spring...

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Sixty years have passed.
No one knew how to spell its name.
No one knew when it first opened.
It was forever, like the infernal summer heat.
It stands...

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Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers
absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings;
his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon!

Daises,...

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On those long days
when it was too hot to ride
or run, a boy would find
an island of cool beneath
a tree and sit there 
with his...

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Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what...

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I have done everything.
I have survived the harshest winters, braved the fiercest jungles, and fought the most heroic battles.
You have too.
You looked to your friend,...

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School was a mile and a half
walk from home,
across roadways, busy streets
and railway lines and through
parklands patrolled
by swooping magpies in spring.
We thought nothing of it
when...

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Remember when we used to play
In our backyards every day
We built castles in the sand
And chased each other hand in hand

Remember when we used to...

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Thinking about the good old days
Reminiscing for a little while
Some memories made me happy, some made me sad
Some brought a tear and some brought a...

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The chook house
stood empty for most
of my childhood.
An enclosed corrugated iron 
shed was surrounded 
by a wire fence
and a wooden gate 
held on by one...

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BYLINY: a nostalgia form'that which happened '

ADOLESCENT SCENES

during the Forties
       I was just a lad
growing up
   was...

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Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade,
The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets
to me. I had been a chosen sheep...

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