Do you have a childhood memory to share just for fun?

Soft,

well-worn,

well-loved.

Years-old mud

embedded in the

thin soles.

Occasionally holding

a kitten or two,

playing with the

laces,

mewling for help.

Clomped around in

by a toddler

up to their knees

in fun,

pretending,

grinning

from ear to ear.

The inevitable trip,

but still smiling.

What memories

this leather holds.

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  • Mizzy
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago
    Best Answer

    Smiling too, and the smell of leather.....brings back bunches

    ok, my memory...

    my pony used to eat Tic Tacs,

    and fight the dog over pork chop bones.

  • 4 years ago

    Hundreds! Hiding from the Vikings when they came to burn down our village. Throwing old ladies in the village pond to see if they were witches or not. Digging elephants traps in the main street, even though there were no elephants about, and running away when the local police man on his bike fell in and was fatally impaled on the wooden stakes at the bottom. Oh, and every summer the Unicorns would come and if you were quiet you could hide up in the trees in the woods to watch them pass underneath............then take them out with a crossbow. Oh, such fun. It's all true......honestly ;o)

  • 1 decade ago

    I love this! So sweet and feminine. When I was a little girl my older sister and I used to play at a nearby park. One time, after a heavy rain, we played there and I got my shoes stuck in the mud. I couldn't get them out and I was terrified my dad would spank me. My sister and her friend laughed their heads off. I remember getting those shoes out totally plastered with mud. You poem is much sweeter than that experience. Thank you for sharing.

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    Gnarled branches

    opened,

    inviting.

    Taking me to

    new places,

    adventures

    unfold.

    hiding,

    watching,

    the world

    beneath me unaware.

    What secrets

    nature beholds.

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  • Daisy
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago

    A tender moment poem. Lovely!

  • 1 decade ago

    Oooh, I like how you tied so much memory into one object.

  • 1 decade ago

    Spring in the mud

    waiting fondly where

    raspberries will grow.

    Cats, kids and even a

    friend or two

    have fondled those shoes

    of mine.

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    I used to always wear my Pop's boots. Dirty nasty boots now that I think about it, but a fun memory nonetheless.

    Thanks.

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    Awww very nice

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    Excellent.

    Memories make the best poems.

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