The Hillside







A hillside where I played, now lies dormant, unused.
Laughter no longer carries in the wind where childish breath was once contrasted to the pitch night sky.

The grass, still worn, but no longer from play for there is a gray hue of neglect that looms across its blades.
This lonely hillock connects me to my past,
the lost adventures of a youngster where berries were alien and stones stood as kid’ish vessels.
Simpler then, necessary, far from times reach.

But now that time binds me to the present, I can only reflect on the before.
As I do, memories swarm my mind and I start to see the patches of green again.
Familiar images beautifully paint my imagination, chasing away the dark shadows,
irrelevance slowly deliquescing away.
My boyish reminiscence forever welcomed, I see more beyond this passed by place and embrace a trigger to the memories it has kept for me this long.
that hillside…where I played.

10 thoughts on “The Hillside

  1. What a beautiful reminiscence. Living in the present is where we are right now, but thankfully we don’t leave all our recollections in the past. This one is definitely a keeper. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Often as we move ahead in our lives we tend to forget what all we have experienced during our childhood days..childhood days are one of the most beautiful days of our lives. Reliving and remembering them again gives a beautiful feeling. ☺

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