<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390210" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Child Again</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm a child again, <br>as memories come flooding back.<br>Here I am standing outside my old school<br>which is due to be demolished for something more modern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody's about, all is silence, except for the birds<br>chattering away in the same old Elm tree <br>which still stands against the side of the bicycle shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a strange feeling, something I can't describe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lift the latch on the gate, and walk through<br>into the playground, and pause awhile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Voices seem to echo in the air around me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! Sarah, the noisy one with the ginger hair, into every scrape, <br>always a whirlwind. Unstoppable was Sarah.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robert the shy, reserved one. Never mixed much, a bit of a loner really.<br>I heard somewhere, that he'd become a lawyer or something.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, Yes. Jenny. Who could forget Jenny.<br>Jenny McKenny, who was clever at everything, <br>always laughing, always smiling, always your friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder where they are now.<br>All have gone forever.<br>A terrible loneliness is creeping over me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why did I come. To refresh my memories, perhaps, <br>some bad, some good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So long ago now, that they all feel good to me, <br>tinged with a sadness in my heart for what has been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm reliving those memories of when I was a child, <br>with the hopes and thoughts of a child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moving towards the gate, unthinking as usual.<br>I'm forgetting to close it<br>like I used to do all those years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must turn around and close it now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then there was our teacher, Mrs Saunders.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh My! What's this, a tear? .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ernestine+Northover">Ernestine Northover</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390210" data-title="A Child Again de Ernestine Northover" data-description="I'm a child again, as memories come flooding back. Here I am standing outside my old school which is due to be demolished for something more modern. Nobody's about, all is silence, except for the birds chattering away in the same old Elm tree w..."></div> </div> </div>

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