Walking Through Autumn

Hello :)
As ever, thank you for reading this, win points for you.
I was just wondering if I could ask you (if you don't mind doing s0) to leave a comment saying which country you're from and how you found this little page of mine. This isn't anything like getting more comments will get me more attention or anything like that, it's simply me being curious :')
I'd be really interested in your answers! 

Leaves brush the streets 
boots and laces round my feet
a brisk wind caresses my face
while colours begin to change and race
green, orange, yellow, then brown
let's see which will be the first
to touch the ground. 


Sky wrapped up, all in grey
keeping the snow out at bay
coats begin to spring all around
like flowers from the bud
and we're all acting 
as we know we should,


Heads down
layers on 
it's time for us
to just keep moving on.

Flashes From Childhood [and a thank you from the halfway point]

Dragons
Dalmatians

trying to see over a wall
or the car seat window 
excitement 
disbelief 
dandelion wishes 
imagination 
baths 
visits to the library 
books upon books
giggles 
shorts in autumn 
large chairs 
wide eyed stares
melted kitkats 
sand forts fighting 
the tide
flume in the pool
rapids outside
me
lost in my own world. 


PS - 23.06.11


So I just looked at my blog posts and I think this is number 182, meaning that I'm halfway through with this o.o I didn't think I'd get this far to be honest, I know most of the poems aren't amazing but I'm still quite proud for getting to this point. 

And I suppose this is kind of good poem for this fall on to (something I didn't plan) Moving from childhood innocence, to trying to capture the imagination once held so easily but now with an older mind. I don't know, I suppose I'm just trying to see the world through lots of different eyes so I don't get sick of the picture. This kind of helps for it makes it me think what can be a poem, what inspires me, what do people like...

Anyway,

I want to thank you, whether you're one of my friends, random internet stranger, bored browser, for reading this. I can't really believe how many countries have viewed this page! Thank you and I really hope you like at least one poem :') Feel free to stick around to see if I make it through the other half of the year. 

The Shed Instead of a Tree House

No picture today - thought who ever reads this poem should come up with their own picture =]


Nostalgia hidden in a shed
where so many memories
forgotten
walk forward
announcing their presence.


Many an hour spent in here
with magazines
or a book
the time made clear
by a carpet
covering the floor
now out of place
muddy, overloaded
with gardening tools.


The shelf, which seemed so high
when sat under
now not so much
sunlight creeping through
the cracks in the wood.


Cobwebs crowded by the
windowpane
where once was a toy
where stars appeared on the cheeks
when wet,
everything may be gone
but I hope I don't forget. 

Tree of Life

Pass me a spade
then let me dig deep
in to the ground
to try and find roots
of meaning.


Trying to brush off
the shallow dirt
of status and fashion
let me dig deeper
to try and find the heart
the brain
what allows the tree to stand
rather than collapse
on a bad day.