August 11, 2004

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  Monday, June 21st, 2004 : 3:54 p.m. pdt poetry by Michael F. Nyiri “Sweet Kimberly’s Smile“ At six or seven years of age, My poem book not yet counted a page. Wistful days spent in wileful way Summer sun glowing on children at play Grass seemed greener then, sky deeper blue Lie under an oak, remove sock and shoe Wiggle my toes in the tall summer grass Mem’ry brings back these bright days of my past The funny cartoons and kitty cats fill My time with sweet peace, and Pooh on the hill Not yet waving goodbye, but hi hello to all The days grow much longer in memory’s thrall Nothing difficult seemed, all’s easy and fun Gath’ring time stops the sand, and through meadows I run The world is a wonderful world far away Experience fills as the time of the day When life’s in bloom in younger times No need for pain or for hunger. Climbs The peaceful rest of naivete born Naught a thought is fraught with fate forlorn Play filled up my days and nights Eradicating all false fears and frights Wiggle my toes in my memory’s field Before life chips away at my own childlike shield At six or seven years of age, I hadn’t yet written my life on the page I still read sweet words of my bright happy muse Nothing could stop imagination I use Full filling fulfilled, with deep care in her eyes A young lass appeared under transcendent skies My youth fell in love which transcends all the while I will always remember Sweet Kimberly’s smile

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