<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=524147" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Golden Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a young child <br>about five to seven years of age.<br>I noticed the neighbour's trees<br>were dirty and sooty and black.<br>Black with smoke chimney coal dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bark was ugly dirty and black <br>the leaves were ugly dirty and black.<br>And barely green if at all in most places, <br>except a little on the side facing the sun.<br>The sun I saw as a beautiful yellow light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next to my father's garage grew these trees.<br>They were really tall shrubs, but I was but still<br>a young child, with much to learn in this world, <br>ruled by mean men. Magic and the elfin language, <br>still danced like sparkling stardust in my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Next to my father's garage grew these trees.<br>They were so sad dull black lifeless and ugly.<br>I took a bright yellow lively house paint.<br>And painted the trees yellow bright golden yellow, <br>in all sad places I could short armed easily reach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I also got paint on my hands face clothes.<br>In my wonderful joy I got paint on my clothes.<br>My apparently best going to town best clothes.<br>My mother punished me for painting the trees.<br>And the leaves a bright joyous yellow colour. <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For making a small part <br>of this dull adult world.<br>A golden magical shinning <br>bright fairy glade place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For painting making a small part <br> of this dull adult fading world.<br> A golden orb magical shinning <br> bright mystical fairy glade place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For trying to make the tired <br> world a better magical place.<br> Thus were childhood dreamers <br> often beaten into submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By those who failed to see<br> the divine presence in dreams. <br> By those who failed to see <br> the magical sparkle in dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</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=524147" data-title="A Golden Memory de Terence George Craddock" data-description="When I was a young child about five to seven years of age. I noticed the neighbour's trees were dirty and sooty and black. Black with smoke chimney coal dust. The bark was ugly dirty and black the leaves were ugly dirty and black. And barely gr..."></div> </div> </div>

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