this is a sonnet about one of my favourite places as a child


Emancipation of Youth (for the Challenge thing)


There was a house near my beloved port
With skeletons numerous, chattering
And o'er the years the battles that were fought
Brought patience with ill-eased winds battering.
My childhood playground wrapped in shades of white
With laughter echoing like beauty's song
Much to savour, sweet culinary delight
A haven, a place where I could belong.
The shed, curiosity taught me much
Hand-tilled garden, water pumped from the well
Virtues, traits absorbed within me as such
Tales heard from the seeds of the earth, from hell.
Tradition passed to waters unchartered
Yet my soul, that house, will ne'er be parted.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 03:20

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Zoya Zaidi
Oh, such lovely reminiscences you have,
About your childhood dear ilhe!
Yes, childhood is the best time of life,
When you're carefree and full of sprite.
Birds come and perch into your garden,
Where fruits and flowers grow in profusion.
You play football in your fields,
Rain-drenched and bare-feet...

And many more such images,
Keep floating through mind's sarcophagus...

Oh, to back into that Time,
I am ready to give a whole lifetime!

Thanks for bringing my childhood back to me?

Welcome to the bay Ilhe!

Love,
Zoya
2006-09-01