Sunday, September 21, 2008

Autumnal Memory



Autmn Afternoons
by Edward S. Gault

Autumn Afternoons in 1969,
I would rush home from school;
running through lawns
grass pastelled with
red, yellow, and orange leaves.
They looked just like the ones
that we made in class that day
and taped in the window
for all to see.

Copyright 1983, 2008

19 comments:

Julie said...

Oh yes, pastel as a verb. Excellent!

Jim said...

Hi Edward, this is very nice. It brought back childhood memories as it should.
Julie is a good grammer critic. I Googled your pastelled and got this: "Results 1 - 10 of about 2,370 for pastelled."
You know me, I'm not a poet. There is an old saying, "you can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear." That fits me in the poetry world but I have fun when I can find some mud to root in. I liked today's muddy autumn a whole lot for rooting.
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spacedlaw said...

Similar memories, here...

me ann my camera said...

I remember making leaves in school, trying to recreate nature. But it had a way of drawing attention to the beauty surrounding us to those who needed to be reminded to look and see and enjoy.

Greyscale Territory said...

There is nothing like trying to recreate Nature to make us realise just how clever Nature is.

And I too have these childood memories of leaves being pasted on windows. I also remember carefully collecting nature's leaves and placing them in a bowl hoping the colour would last longer if I kept them away from winter winds! Nothing like being innocent!

barbs.haiku said...

I use to go on walks and collect the leaves, then rush home and make a lovely bouquet! I do miss autumns in New England! I may have to move "home" again just to have them for my autumn years.

anthonynorth said...

Very nostalgic. I used to love walking through the leaves as a child.

Deborah Godin said...

Brought back memeories for me, too. I remember as a little kid wondering why the puddles with autumn leaves lying in them didn't turn color, like my poster paint brush water.

zoya gautam said...

.."rush home from school"_the magic of boyhood always remains..thanks for a fine poem..

Raven said...

Sweet memory nicely presented that awakened memories of my own.

Geraldine said...

What great memories you have brought to mind. Thanks Edward. Lovely take on this wonderful prompt.

Happy Autumn, G

www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

Beloved Dreamer said...

oh, It brought back such memories. I save every leaf, every hand print and picture my 3 boys ever did. I wonder what they will make of it all.
Lovely work.

love-bd

SandyCarlson said...

What a beautiful memory, Edward. I remember attempting to imitate nature from the classroom, too! Going home was always the best part of my day--I loved the encounters with the real thing.

Pam said...

You bring back some great memories that seem to evoke a group event in childhood.

fourwindshaiga said...

Growing up in Oklahoma, the leaves couldn't match these in New England, but I do have similar memories.
Amazing what we carry with us through our lives.

tumblewords said...

Somehow it seems that autumn was easier when I was a child. Your words make vivid images...

Patois said...

Just a few words, and you have us all remembering those long-ago days. Wonderful!

teric said...

You brought back such a beautiful memory! Thank you.

qualcosa di bello said...

you never disappoint!...i was pulled into the scene (& remember that carefree time well)