Thematic Attic Thursday~Remember Being A Kid
The 24th was American Kid`s Day
Remember catching lightning bugs to flying kites
Even jumping rope to standing on your head
When kids enjoyed the outdoors exercising
Oh, how kids have changed
We played games outside and enjoyed the outdoors
Not always inside sitting at a computer
Times when all had time to enjoy each other as family
Life has made our kids grow up too, fast
Such a fast pace World today
Taking so, much childhood, fun times away
Let`s bring back those memories as being a kid
The things we enjoyed The ways we were able to stay as a kid
Having fun and being creative let `s share some memories, thoughts on being
just that “A Kid”
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Good Evening Bettie, Jon and all Awww Memories of being a kid Wish could go back giggle :love: :love: :love: Remember dad saying your childhood is only a fraction of your adulthood enjoy it while you can WoW was he right Did not realize how much 😯 :groovy: 😉
THE TREE OF LIFE
Grather if you will at the tree of life
Come one come all and all are welcome
The root of the tree is where it all starts
The seed if you will it grows
Life for you and me
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Children of the world
Our world to be
To grow and stride
The beginning of you and me
Children color our world pretty to be
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They are black white orange red and brown
A mixture of the rainbow glow
For one for all and all for one
But together they will be
Children of the world our world
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Enough to grow share and divide
Yet together they strong
Divided they will surely fall
This world was made for you and me
Not one are the other as most see but together you and me
Written By: Bettie Davis —————–© June 14 , 2o12
Remembering as if yesterday. Such a precious and beautiful blog, theme and challenge. Will ponder and return.
Memories
Sleigh Riding to family picnic
Swimming love was my favorite memory
Being parents had Country Club to wake up to pool
Had to make me get out to eat and at night for bed
For the few years we had I lived in the water
Water and music are my inner-peace
Music we had , too
Even had special events as Hawaiian night
Remember making flowers for float
Still make today with little ones
Awww the memories so, many a delight
From Holidays to birthdays and just everyday
Fun time was always shared
Sunday dad always took us for a drive
Stop and had a ice cream
Times went out to an AW
They bring a tray and atach to window
I thought this was neat
Boy was it a treat Yummy to tummy cold and sweet
Thing I also remember was going to the Drive-In
Would park up front so, we could play a bit before show
Dad always drove a station wagon we could sleep in back
For mother had a car she loved convertibles
We loved going for a drive in it felt cool
So, blessed with memories could write all night on
But, I know I have to end for don`t want to write too, much
I already have giggle
Did kites, jumping rope, find lighting bugs,shuffle board and all the games love :love: :love: :love:
What a wonderful blog Bettie and Diane…..I will try and think on this treasure….. :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
When I am building in the block room,
please don’t say I’m “just playing.
For you see, I’m learning as I play,
about balance and shapes. Who knows,
I may be an architect someday.
Love that conga line Flossie – and the poem, which reminds me of my grandson, who loves to play games about balance and shapes – mostly on a computer LOL
I remember this It was one of my favorite game song I played till I was teen. and today I see many kids still doing the same as I was as a kid and Ring around the rosy will always be a fun game to play for many kids to come.
Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
A pocket full of posies;
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down
SHARING CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
Sharing memories pleases all:
author, reader, all stand tall.
High tide raises all the boats,
buoyed on knowledge that hope floats.
Sharing memories of love,
those who looked down from above.
Learning lessons to use well,
under parent’s magic spell.
Sharing memories of home.
They are yours where’er you roam.
Enamelware, linoleum
now only found in a museum.
Sharing memories of friends,
exploring time that never ends.
Sometimes gone a bit too far;
frightened mom spanked out the tar.
Sharing memories of school.
Looking back, oh what a fool!
Burning, yearning to grow up,
never dream of empty cup.
Sharing memories of youth,
back when we were short of tooth.
High tide raises all the boats
and buoys on knowledge that hope floats.
Copyright June 27th 2012 RGD
Four fingers orange, Four fingers purple,
Two finger yellow,
Creating divergent lines on cream paper.
Glancing up to catch there teacher’s eye,
And they receives a heartfelt smile of wonder
😀
A lively laugh echoes through the classroom,
Enlightening every ear that happens to hear it.
For nothing could measure the amount of fun,
They was experiencing through finger painting.
😀
A job well done, there teacher calls out,
What exuberant colors and creativity!
The little children heart soars many feet,
As they leaves there table, there head up high.
POSSIBLIES
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Possibles are endless
When a child
There is nothin
Can ever go wrong
Then when grown
Nothing ever
Seems the same
All worlds
Comes to a complete stop
Babies to be reared
Cleanin cookin carin for
And life goes on
Life of a child
Then grown ole
Back to childhood once more
Forgetfulness set in
On the hands of
The little ones you once raised
That is if your that lucky
Most goes to home
Nursery
Are better yet
The streets grow ole alone
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————— © June 28 , 2o12
Hello everyone and happy Thursday! All great poems posted!!! :love:
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band kids,
We’d travel all over the land.
We’d play and we’d sing and wear spangly things.
We are the rock ‘n’ roll band kids.
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If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band kids,
And we were up there on the stand,
The people would hear us and love us and cheer us.
Hurray for that rock ‘n’ roll band kids
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If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band kids,
Then we’d have a million fans.
We’d giggle and laugh and sign autographs,
Maybe if we were a rock ‘n’ roll band kids.
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We’re just few kids in the band.
Talk’n and waven’ our hands.
And dreamin’ and thinkin’ oh wouldn’t it be grand,
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band kids.
Had I not written this a couple of years ago, I certainly would have written it today . . . .
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“Bash Bish Falls” by John Frederick Kensett, c. 1855
Children of Yesterday’s Dreams
Life parades before me
in a whole new way today,
seeing it with eyes
that last night
saw the sun
dip below the horizon,
almost touching it
with an outstretched hand.
And as June slips
quietly into July,
the children
of yesterday’s dreams
silently toss pennies
into a slow-moving river,
each one a dream,
a wish carried
by the current
into tomorrow.
And the children
of yesterday’s dreams
watch the barges
plying their way
back and forth
along the river,
their imaginations
secret stowaways
to places they can only visit
in their dreams of night
and in reveries
of a summer’s afternoon.
And they play marbles
under the summertime sun
and run the bases
in a ballgame
where nobody
ever keeps score
and their rollerskates
clatter over the cracks
in the sidewalks,
the only noise
on a sultry afternoon
before dinner.
And the children
of summertime dreams
chase fireflies
in the evening mist,
each dream captured
in a Mason jar
just long enough
to release them
all at once
into the night,
as they dance
in the darkness
into summertime dreams
of midnight.
(c) barbara kausteklis
(written 7-1-10
and revised 6-28-12)