Blue

Gold cherry

By HarryC

Sat, 06 Jun 2026
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10 comments
 

times we had,

the three of us -

fifty summers gone

 

a boy

his dogs

the day unspooling

across the hills

and no one

 

sweet hiatus

 

we three 

the sky

the sun

the birds

the grass -

endless

 

elsewhere,

tigers hunted

continents drifted

wheels turned

people loved

or died

 

my thoughts were all -

 

knowing nothing,

without knowing

 

those hours

ours

 

and life the

next thing

 

(my image)

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Comments

Submitted by GlosKat on

This is lovely Harry.  A brief interlude of happiness.  All the more precious because of not conciously recognizing it as happiness at the time (if I've got your drift).

 

Submitted by HarryC on

You have! Innocent times. I'd left school, hadn't started work yet. I naively thought that leaving school meant I knew all I ever needed to know about everything. Reality a few years later was a big shock. I haven't quite recovered!

Thanks for reading.

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Submitted by HarryC on

Wow! Surprise! Thank you very much, Rob laugh

Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

Wonderful Harry - looking back at a child's eye view of his world. Very well deserved golden cherries

 

Submitted by HarryC on

Thanks, Claudine. Well... I was 15. But yes, still a child. And very green behind the ears!

Submitted by Sooz006 on

Beautiful. And a lovely reminder of happy days with  loved-pets passed. (presumably).

 

Submitted by HarryC on

Hi Sooz. Thanks. Yes, long gone. This was 1975, when they were both about a year old (actually, one was ours and the other belonged to a local farmer).

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Beautiful words - lovely to read your poetry again, HarryC.

Congratulations on the Golden Cherries too - very well deserved!

Hope you're keeping well,

Frances. 

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Submitted by HarryC on

Thank you, Frances. I don't write poetry much now. Occasionally, a few random words come together in a thought.

Hope you're keeping well, too.