| Title: childhood Author: cuckoo Type: Poem We all have memories of the things we did when we were young, but sometimes it takes a poem like this to remind us of those things. Your first memory seems to be somewhat of an enigma. The reader can make assumptions about it (I assume it is about school) but you are not really specific. I suppose, you stood by the windowsill, wanting to go home. That was me too, I was a very shy child. Still, that is just an assumption. It is too bad you could not be just a little bit more specific there. In the second stanza, I assume you want, "sunrise." I think as adults we forget the beauty around us like a red sunrise. Life becomes busy and unless we go on vacation, we are not likely to pay attention to what is around us. My tree climbing days are long over, not that I ever had a climbing phase. I was more of a bookworm. But if someone climbs the tree for me, I'll be more than glad to eat the fruit! lol It's the kind of poem that makes the reader smile. While the rhymes may be standard, the intent, tone and genial mood will carry this poem. I enjoyed reading it. ** Image ID #1833995 Unavailable **
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