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The Grid Iron
Contributed by
JD_Hamilton
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Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 01:32:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Our front yard was a stadium,
The field up the road the Super Bowl,
Hours upon hours were spent,
Playing on that grassy knowl,
Care free moments were enjoyed,
As up and down we would run with a ball,
Throw it, pitch it, run it, catch it,
Summer, winter, spring, and fall,
Child hood days spent with ease,
Playing out our favorite sport,
When looking back in retrospect,
Those days were far too short,
But even now as the hours grow older,
I think back to those grid iron days,
Before I found myself matured,
And life became a busy haze,
Copyright ©
JD_Hamilton
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2005-01-07 13:32:46]
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Re: The Grid Iron
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by breny on
Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 02:04:07 PM AEST
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i often look back on my younger years and realize how good i had it back then with out all the worries i have now. it's good to know someone else does the same thing :D. and great poem i like it!
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Re: The Grid Iron
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by autumngreeneyes on
Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 07:51:12 PM AEST
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| I just visited a small town where I lived as a girl..the giant hill I had to climb to go to school..LOL..it's barely a mound.. it seemed so big back then.. it seemed a mountain..and time seemed endless.. |
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Re: The Grid Iron
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by Spike on
Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 06:43:11 AM AEST
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Sweet nostalgia, rose-tinting our childhood memories. Ah, yes. An evocative poem, taking the reader back to the personal. Hang onto to the joy of those days- it'll get you through the haze. And keep chucking that pig skin.
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