The View

I drew a fine view.

It’s not exactly the same,

but the one from our home

down our very own lane,

was somewhat similar.

But in my zest to recall it

I made it all tidy.

Not a leaf out of place,

not a sheep roaming widely.

Like a fairyland.

In truth it was dusty,

it often was hot.

The sheep not as white,

the grass not as cropped

as in my picture.

But if it wasn’t so green,

and never so neat,

that’s ‘cos childhood memories

are usually more sweet

than reality.

— judyanne, Mar 19, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Western Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Favourite poets? So many, so varied. I like particular songs, not necessarily the singer... and the same goes for poetry. I can honestly say though, that Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman was what inspired my love of poetry - my mother began reading it to me when I was still a baby, and it became my favourite bedtime story

Critiques

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

hey me lud

you speechless? i'm stunned love lady judd xxx

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

hey bud

since you have laughed away your manliness you'll no doubt remember them as beauties for as my write says in time everything gains perfection in our memories. from your ladyship xxx

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

can't find Bill Quarterproof’s monotonous monologue yet?

are you pulling my leg? your bud judd

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

SO sweet

Ann of Norway SO sweet, the thought of childhood places now recorded in a dreamlike way, why not emphasise the colours, as part of painting a picture is expressionism and you add something to reality to show what you felt when your were there. Its like Ryokan's gardener who cleaned the garden for him and came to the master and said I've finished master what do you think, to which Ryokan said no its not finished, the gardener did this twice, removing every single leaf from the path and at last exasperated, said now it must be finished and the master shook his head, walked out down the path and shook a tree, NOW its finished he said!!! Love your lanes reminding me of my lanes annanya.

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

annanya xxx

thanks for your comment. i personally think that any further description would detract from the simplicity. maybe someone else will give me their opinion. we'll see. love judyanne

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Chop wood. Carry water.

Chop wood. Carry water. It's good when our memories are softened by years of hard labor. love, Anna Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

thanks anna

yes, hard labour is correct. my dreams of my childhood are always pristine. i guess i was one of the lucky ones, as i know many whose are not. lol judd