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Geremia
Geremia
Jan 19, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

PEASANT BOY

PEASANT BOY          I wish I were that peasant boyAgain The one I knew at nine or ten Lost in  the dark of my own innocence Believing all the myths and stories Told to me Holy faith in ignorance. The bliss of not knowing.

Sitting on the curb

Under grandma's umbrella tree

Watchting the world go by happily  I wish I could fly To days gone by On the wings of childhood dreams To sing the songs 

Once more Of angels and other supernatural things Of Easter days And Christmas times Of those happy days  When You were all alive  The days when I was a peasant boy Of nine or ten….
— Geremia, Jan 19, 2010

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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

wizards and fairies, heroes and giants,

We understand, we understand and wish your thoughts to focus on their joyful innocence, their magic loaded tales of wizards and fairies, heroes and giants, when the Summers lasted forever and the trees waved their leaves in simple delight at existing. You stir the mind to think of those days in our own childhood, carefree and happy while the bees of society did their thing, we were undisturbed by the negative, the sad, just glad to be alive and in the company of our close family. Dream on dream on my Longobardolino and we shall dream wih you, Annuccia+
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lyz

16 years 4 months ago

Oh yes

and an if only. I was in that place while reading. I love this poem. I too would love to be that tom boy again. As for you, a peasant boy with a cheeky grin and wide eyes in wonder, underneath Grandmas rubber tree again. How free and peaceful your words have portrayed those days of your youth. Wonderful Joe. Thanks. Love from Lyz. XX