Voices

Sitting here under an old shady tree I heard
voices of school children from afar;
Though vague in the distance it left me
reminiscing mem'ries of long ago.

Ah, our voices when we were young
And, oh so true!
Untiringly climbing hills and mountains;
Walking and singing in the rain.

We built and shouted our dreams
of who we will be decades from then,
Until our voices echoed in the cliffs;
And thousand times returned to us.

Now, here under the old shady tree,
I mumbled, "oh, childhood, where art thou? "
And as the voices vanished,
the echo perpetuated in my heart,



©️2018, Jez Brul, All Rights Reserved

by Jez C Brul

Comments (126)

A beautiful poem dear Jez. You have poetry in your kind heart.
Ah, our voices when we were young And, oh so true! Captivating expression! My great pleasure reading this beautiful poem time and again!
Very good poem. I loved it.
Beautiful poem! Wonderful!
A story of broken dreams is a story to be retold many a times. Great writing Jez!
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