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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

A Bit of Original Poetry

Because it wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote it...

Left Behind
AG Stewart

Running up the staircase,
Fearful of the basement monsters.
Chasing cats around and 'round,
Through the rooms in a circle.
Shrieking, laughing, shouting late at night;
No neighbors to bother as they sleep.
Hiding alone without a chance to be found,
Because of the spaciousness of the house.

These are the things I've left behind,
Memories created, things of the past.
These are the things I've left behind,
Signs of a childhood, things I will miss.

Long ventures through the woods.
Going a week or more in seclusion,
Nobody met except members of the household.
Stepping outside in the night,
Seeing uncountable stars, and the moon;
Lord of the darkened sky.
Playing, chasing, climbing, exploring,
Pure silence, pure darkness, pure nature.

These are the things I've left behind,
Memories created, things of the past.
These are the things I've left behind,
Signs of a childhood, things I will miss.

Friendships firmly cemented by years,
Memories of past laughter shared.
Tears shed, games played, jokes told; 
Time simply spent together.
No words required, a look will suffice.
Finding your birthdays are a week apart.
Hugs that knock you both off your feet.
Closeness of friends who knew you well.

These are the things I've left behind,
Memories created, things of the past.
These are the things I've left behind,
Signs of a childhood, things I will miss.

Left behind, but never forgotten.
These are the things I will miss.