growing in between the paving stones.
Remember what it was like
to be full of wonder?
When every day brought
a fresh new adventure?
To view the world
curious and unafraid
without prejudices
or preconceptions
open to possibilities
alive with expectations,
just starting out
on life’s path?
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Image credit: Dimhou@Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #115 photo prompt
luna's on line 
I so want to return to that space of innocence Chris. We seem to have lost it, in our journey of growing up. Excellent take on the prompt 👍🏻
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Beautiful invocation of innocence.
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Thanks, Chris! 😊
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Thanks, Radhika! Yes, we’ve definitely lost something along the way.
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Not a bad way to see the world at all. Bravo Chris.
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Thanks, Matthew – if I screw my eyes up, maybe I can! 🙂
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A beautiful poem Chris. That’s the price we pay for growing up, losing our innocence and sense of wonder. Thanks for joining in my friend
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What a pleasure. Thanks for that pretty prompt, Sadje! Maybe we can get a little of that feeling back, if only in our imaginations.
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Watching them discover the world, makes us look afresh at everything.
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Doesn’t it just. Looking at a young animal at play is so delightful!
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It was a peaceful place.
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Definitely!
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The innocent curiosity and the adventurous spirit are things we don’t want to lose.
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Very true! Older isn’t necessarily wiser if you lose that spirit of adventure.
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I remember those days… but can they ever come back?
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I do too… distantly. I often wonder why as I get older, I become more cautious. In many situations, surely if nothing has gone seriously wrong so far, why should I fear that it will, now? (Apart from spending most of my working life in risk management). 😉
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I think we are all getting suspicious, not really any wonder, if you think about it…
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Reblogged this on anitadawesauthor.com.
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Thanks so much for sharing, Anita! 😊
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You’re welcome, Chris… 💕
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That was so long ago ☹️
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Mmm, I know. Trying not to think about how long…
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Such a wonderful nostalgic piece! So important to remember 🙂
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Thanks, Tom. It is important to draw on those feelings at least once in a while!
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Oh I loved this Chris!!
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I’m so pleased you liked it, Di 🙂
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It’s lovely
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🙂
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Time for that magic to return, Chris! If only we could tap into it and hold onto it permanently!
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If only… but we know we can still capture it from time to time can’t we, Tom!
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We can indeed… in fact, at times it’s a necessity!
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Oh yes! ‘Twas a great time.
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Most certainly!
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Kittens are innocent, curious and adventurous. Beautifully penned, Chris 😊
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Thanks so much, Jane!
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Welcome Chris!
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Those were halcyon days. Now, I know why my parents kept telling me not to grow up too fast.
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We never realised at the time, unfortunately!
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Unfortunately . . .
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no sorry no not for me
cos you see i m not like you
life was then the grape bush and bramble
and any sortie outside of my left field
was a danger which needed the large long shield!
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😂😂😂
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Oh, to relive those times.
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That’s what our imaginations are for! 😉
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A well-written piece to ponder on.🤗
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome🥰
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Aww! 🥰This has to be the best take on that prompt! If it were a contest I would vote for you! Kittens are so cute, and they do have such a sense of innocence and wonder about them (except when they’re climbing up the living room curtains LOL). Great poem, Chris!
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Thanks so much, Deb. What a lovely thing to say! Mmm, I remember the curtain climbing phase…🐈⬛
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Lol don’t we all! 🐱🐼
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“Who me??” *Luna, picture of innocence*
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I remember, Chris. Beautiful poem. May we rediscover that wonder. 🙂
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Thanks, Diana! That rediscovery is something to strive for. 🙂
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It sure is. I’m not a fan of growing stale as we grow up.
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Bravo!
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Thanks, Teresa! 🙂
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I remember! I remember! It seems so long ago…oh, to capture even just a bit of that feeling now…beautifully captured, Chris!
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We can only try, Irma! 😊🙏
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What a beautiful poem, Chris! Love this one. ❤️
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Thanks so much, Jeff 😊🤗
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You’re welcome, Chris. Always my pleasure. 🤗
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😊
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Superb!
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i echo what Radhika said Chris… your poem made me wanna travel back in time…
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Thanks, Mich. 😊🙏- it was a special time back then *sigh*.
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An absolutely hard hitting, beautiful poem. Nothing like those innocent days!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks so much for sharing! I appreciate it 😊🙏
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It is hard to fathom how early innocence is lost. I have family planning a trip in March. One of the youngsters (who I believe has never flown before) has stated partly because of the pandemic (news) is afraid to fly… I think they’ll be able to go though. They need some ‘alone’ family time.
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It’s sad how so many kids have been so badly effected by the pandemic. They have lost so much that we took for granted. I hope the trip works out.
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I hope it doesn’t get canceled. I’m sure they get there if it isn’t… They need some family time.
Thanks.
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I saw this poem on Instagram, Chris. It is lovely.
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Thanks, Robbie!
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This is absolutely fabulous.
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Thanks so much, Gary! I’m pleased you liked it. 🙂
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Wonderful.
I’d like to think I remember.. then I blink and it changes again.
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Memory is a tricky thing! Thanks, Sheri 🙂
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It really is!
Some days the past seems right at your fingertips and others it’s at the end of a tunnel of years passed by.
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