Take me back into the past
Where as a child I’d play
So freely, without cares
On a sunny country day.
No doors were locked
Screen doors left open
No fear of strangers breaking in
No house or car alarms
Just roosters, dogs, and hens.
No game boys, no dvd's
Ipods or ,nickelodeon.
Just dodge ball, chasing each other
Trees to climb and tire swings.
Neighbors were never strangers
Each one greeted with a smile
Always welcoming one another
To come and visit for a while.
Yes take me back into the past
Where as a child I’d play
So freely without cares
On a sunny country day.
Written By: Lorie A Yocum Copyright © 2006-2009
Just dodge ball, chasing each other
Trees to climb and tire swings.
Neighbors were never strangers
Each one greeted with a smile
Always welcoming one another
To come and visit for a while.
Yes take me back into the past
Where as a child I’d play
So freely without cares
On a sunny country day.
Written By: Lorie A Yocum Copyright © 2006-2009
24 comments:
This took me back, I remember when we didn't have to worry to much about locking the doors. But that didn't last to long. And the tire oh yea I remember that. I also remember my Mom sitting out with those cool hats on her head, she looked so beautiful in the sunshine.
Memories are the best aren't they.
I like the memories I have from my past compared to the past of now.
Everything and everyone are so different.
Thanks for the reminder
Hugsss & blessings to you my friend
Sharon
Wouldn't that be nice to go back to the way things were back then??? I know I am a little younger than you but I too remember as a child not having to think or "worry" about these kind of things that are going on in our world today! Thank goodness we can have freedom in Christ and God as our protector! Amen?!? Love to you today!!!
Nicole
I love this! Our kids have no idea what life use to be like.
Have you written anything about Christmas? I've started a Christmas meme...I hope you'll join...I'd love to hear about your Christmas memories/traditions!
Hey Sistah's..
I love the fact that so much time was spent outside finding so many fun things to do like playing up in treehouses, riding bikes, and just running all over the place lol.
Yes, take me back, to where I belong, my childhood, without any cares, fears, heartaches, pain, ...
Wow, I think there's a song called "Take Me Back to West Virginia Where I Belong". Those were the carefree days, when neighborhood playmates who came to play ball in our back yard until dark, skating on the sidewalks, catching lightening bugs, playing games and putting puzzles together. Those were the good old days. One of these days our children or grandchildren will be saying these were the good ole' days.
Thanks for reminding us of those wonderful years. Of course these years (after leaving home to start my own family) have been good years also.
Hugsss to my special friend.
AliceE.
Oh for the "good ole days". I'm always amazed when I reflect back. I used to walk to and from school alone even from kindergarten. Played outside a lot, even in the front yard! Things are not like they were but just think, they were not like they WILL BE!
Looking forward to ETERNITY!
Love ya my friend!
Thanks for the journey back in time to a quiet, sweet, friendly place that we all (depending on your age :) were at one time. Wow! How times have changed...things are so different now. But, the one constant...God never changes...He is the same yesterday, today and forever. PTL!
Have a blessed day!!!
Wagons, banana seat bicycles, metal roller skate wheels, hopscotch, koolaid, making a tent in the front yard, listening to Donny and Marie on my best friend's yellow 8 track tape player and playing tag until the street lights came on and then lying in bed with the window open hearing the other kids still playing awhile longer...
I remember those days when no doors were locked. I enjoyed your poem.
Yes Lorie, I too, remember how fun and safe my little world was. The milk man was nice and cared about each child he talked with. The kids all drank from the garden hose, there was no bottled water. We played "Mother May I" in the street after dinner.
Now, we get to look to our future home in Heaven, rather than our past. Now won't that be an exciting wonderful thrilling time to play "Red Light, Green Light" on those streets of gold with Jesus? Happy Thursday. Kathi
Hi Lorie,
I hope you're feeling better!
This sure took me back as well.
Those were truly the good old days.
Candy for a penny... and you could get rich loading your wagon with soda bottles to take back to the store.
No cares, no worries, but lots of outdoor fun and you knew you had to be home... when the porch light turned on.
Smoochy holy kisses my sweet Hawaiin sistah,
Love lea
I am in tears. I am back in time when my sister, brother and I were all young. We'd play outside forever - we lived out in the country and it was so peaceful. We had a huge two-story swingset and I want to climb to the top to get closer to see Jesus. We'd practice swinging as high as we could to see the heavens.Peaceful and wonderful memories. Thanks. Love ya sistah!
I too remember those days you talked about. I remember softball games, and summer picnics, I remember mud pies and grass for salad. I remember Sundays at big Mama's and Papa where all the aunts, uncles and cousins would meet. (My father came from a family of 13 children) so there was lots of activities on sunday Afternoon. these moments don't happen today- what our children miss with all the technology etc.
thanks for sharing my friend and allowing me to go back in the past to retrieve good moments/memories. Be Blessed
Those were the good old days. There was a lot more innocence in the world or so it seemed. My favourite memories are of my grandmother who gave me a solid beginning in life by taking me to church. I thank God for those memories & her prayers.
I enjoyed your poem; thanks for sharing it with us and have wonderful weekend.
Blessings,
Sandi
What a wonderful time that was, wasn't it? Thanks for sharing your memories, it took me back to my own and put a smile on my face.
Smiles,
Rachel
Granny beads from playing out in the street in the summer heat. Staying out late playing kickball under the street lights. Riding our bikes for miles and miles never afraid of who would get us.
The huge swing in our back yard where all the kids from the neighborhood would come to play and swing.
One day there will be peace on the new earth.....it will be better than the old days. But I wish my daughter had had a chance to know them.
Beautiful poem and the picture made me go back in time to when we played out late with all the neighbors and their kids playing kick the can and catching fireflies. Those were the days.
Thank you for stopping by my blog. Sons and grandsons are wonderful, aren't they? Seems we have a few things in common. :)
Have a great weekend.
Blessings,
Sandi
That's beautiful, Lorie. Took me back in time as well.
Hi Lorie,
I just found your blog by looking at a Laced with Grace blogroll. I enjoyed reading your last several posts, and am going to bookmark your blog so I can visit again.
My memory poem could be the same as yours, replacing "country" with "city". We did spend a lot of time outdoors. I remember playing on the vacant lot on our block, and feeling like it was being stolen from us when the owner built two houses there. But then, we gained a friend, because the builder moved into one of the homes, and had a daughter our age.
We had an older woman, who gardened, and loved children for a next door neighbor. She taught us how to play dominoes and let us eat raspberries from the alley. I always hoped that someday I would have a garden like hers (and our neighbor's on the other side, as well).
Memories--I remember packing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich--maybe an apple, too. And, then a girlfriend and I would just ride our bikes all day--stop for lunch under a tree--ride some more--and nobody had to worry where we were, if we were okay. The dangers in the world weren't as they are today.
Jumping rope--I never see any kids do that anymore!! In fact, I don't see kids outside much at all!! I guess they're all too busy with their video games and things. Sad.
Beth
I like your little poem, Lorie. Those were the days. I wish the children of today were free to play like we did.
It's so refreshing at times to think back to the "good ol' days" and we all have them no matter our age! I have always hoped that I made some special moments that my children will recall as the "good ol' days" in this modern techno world we now live in. Singing around the piano as my daughter played hymns of past saints...remembering their trials and victories.
My memories that warm my heart is visiting my grandparents riding the train...the smell of my g'mother's fresh baked pies..and the fresh air trips to the park. No video games for us..it was an adventure to explore!
Loved your poem..as always!
HOPE
What a sweet poem! Have a beautiful Sunday...Kathy
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