i remember sunbeams streaming
through a hedgerow of cedar pine
my special hiding place to pass the time
lying on the cool earth dreaming
i’d converse with toads and faeries
fill jelly jars with fireflies
here I learned the world is teeming
with mysteries to be explored
a step outside an old screen door
a time of sweet imagining
just a girl with big ideas
oh, what a lovely time it was
those carefree days spent daydreaming
behind the cedars on the ground
where I could hide and not be found
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2017 #25 – A Constanza Poem about my favorite small space when I was a girl of about 4 or 5. It was a corner cedar shrub garden in my Grandmother’s yard with just enough space for me to squeeze behind. Once underneath it was like a little cave of cool damp earth, green and sunbeams. It was my favorite place. Even after all these many years, if ever I join you on a nature walk, you might still find me having wandered off the beaten path, lounging in the hollow of a grove of low trees or shrubs. I never forgot my first taste of nature. It has defined who I am and how I view the world.
April 25th, 2017 at 3:14 pm
Beautiful.
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April 25th, 2017 at 3:15 pm
Thank you so much. I loved that spot. 🙂
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April 25th, 2017 at 4:56 pm
What a beautiful, nostalgic piece of poetry, Kat! I was right there with you, hiding away in a shady glade. Childhood memories still influence us as adults. 🙂 xo
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April 25th, 2017 at 5:03 pm
Beautiful ☺
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April 25th, 2017 at 6:35 pm
Thanks Willow. 😊
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April 25th, 2017 at 8:36 pm
A well written piece of poetry, wonderful descriptions Kat.
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April 25th, 2017 at 9:30 pm
Thank you so much, Kitty. ❤️
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April 27th, 2017 at 2:01 am
Welcome Kat.
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April 25th, 2017 at 10:36 pm
Thanks for the memories, Kat. My secret place was laying on the ground surrounded by raspberry bushes watching the clouds drift by and dreaming. ❤
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April 25th, 2017 at 11:04 pm
Ah…another earth child. My favorite thing was the cool dirt and the smells. It’s nice to know I wasn’t the o Lynn one. 😊
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April 26th, 2017 at 7:36 am
❤
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April 26th, 2017 at 12:36 am
I just LOVE your footnote in this! My favorite hiding spot as a young child (7 or so?) was less-nature induced. It was the rafters in our garage my dad had used as an alternate storage space that I modified into my own little “fort house,” complete with a KEEP OUT sign. I’m jealous of your lovely hiding spot. xo
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April 26th, 2017 at 7:13 am
I wonder what that is about. Young children’s affinity for special tuckaways? Makes me think it’s part of our instinctual DNA. An inherent need to survive. Makes me want to do more research on this. 😉
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April 26th, 2017 at 10:27 am
And I’m sure you will! 😀
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April 26th, 2017 at 12:06 pm
You know me! 😜
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April 26th, 2017 at 1:58 pm
Love this Kat, great description and that carefree feeling if being young cones across superbly 🙂
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April 26th, 2017 at 6:10 pm
Thanks Mandi! Good memories! ❤️
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April 28th, 2017 at 2:30 pm
Brava.. 🌹🌹🌹
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