I Remember That Day In My Life

'twas early morning
when i climbed
the mango tree
and at the top
i sat on the big branch

for a long time
i looked at the
tranquility of the barrio
where i spent
my childhood

i breathed the air
filled my lungs with
so much peace

i did not have anything in mind
except that little escape
from every day's boredom

'twas a day without words.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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