Laughter echoes
down the street
leaping from
leaf to leaf
as they flutter
to a welcomed melody
of youthful sounds
Curtains unfold
to the delight
smiles abound
to the rare sight
to the tune
of innocence
in the wind
of nostalgic times
that warm the heart
now and then
Lauren Scott Β© 2018
Photo: Google
Let’s see much more joy, peace and playfulness.
My thoughts exactly. π
“You in you small corner And I in mine”
http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Jesus_Bids_Us_Shine/
Very nice, Ben. Thanks for sharing…
In your little corner, you say a prayer
That peace could prevail everywhere
In my little corner on bended knees
Iβll faithfully add to your pleas
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This was a favourite of mine as a child and is as sweet, and as powerful as ever. I never left the church. I simply built extensions, π
I can see why it was and remains a favorite – definitely powerful and sweet. π
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Aww – so beautiful! And the picture fits your lovely words just perfectly, Lauren! ππ xoxo
Thanks so much, Sarah. Our block has grown up (we’re one of the oldest families, yikes), but now there’s a new generation of younger kids coming out of nowhere. So, the other day, I heard laughter and playing in the street, which not only was a joyful new sound, but it reminded me of the times when my kids did the same in their childhood. Anyway, nowadays, kids are more plugged in and not outside as often, so this sound was definitely welcomed. I thought that photo was perfect, too. π β€πΌ
The sound of playing and laughing children is one of the best sounds, I think. Especially when the go out again to play outside after a long and cold winter. They seem to come out just like the birds then, filling the air with their joyous sounds. π β€
I love your analogy of the birds coming out, along with their laughter. Perfect, Sarah! π xo
Used to love the sound of kids playing in the neighborhood. Nice job, Lauren
This was unusual, John, as most kids are plugged in nowadays. So, I became inspired. π Thanks so much, and Happy Monday!
Love it! π Sharing… xo
I’m so glad you do, Bette! Thank you, and where do you share? Your blog? Twitter? I’ve looked, but haven’t figured that out. I appreciate you sharing and wanted to say so on your post. π xoxo
A happy, playful, springy poem – lovely, Lauren! π€π
Thanks, Betty! Hearing laughter and kids playing in the street is rare these days because of technology, so hearing this on my block a few days ago was very nice and inspiring. π ππ»
You’re right, it’s rare these days. Kids need to put down their devices and play outside. And their parents need to do the same.
Hope you’re having a good Monday, Lauren. πππΌ
Love this. Before my neighbourhood “grew up”, every Sunday afternoon, dads would bring their sons and daughters to the playground below my apartment block. The kids – all races and religions – would have a ball of a time playing soccer. It was a heart-warming sight.
Thanks, Eric, and what a great memory you have. Our neighborhood is the same; we’re one of the oldest families now with young adult kids, yikes! So, a new generation is popping up, but because of technology, kids don’t play outside much anymore. When I heard the laughter and the playing, it was music to my ears. π
Time goes much too fast these days.
It sure does, Binky!
‘now and then’ Love it.
Thanks, Tric! I suppose we need to embrace it whenever it comes. π
Beautiful. Reflects the inner child hidden inside.
Thanks again, Indira. I appreciate all your visits and kind words. β€
Beautifully written, Lauren! π The combination of the fluttering of leaves and laughter in the first stanza works wonderfully, so lyrical and light. Such innocence is a treasure and heart-warming … may it long be heard.
Thanks, Annika! The sound was surely a treasure and one I hope to hear again soon. π Hugs!
Such a lovely, happy poem, Lauren. It’s as the world should be. Love and Hugs.
Thanks again, Michelle, and I do miss those simpler times minus technology (as I currently blog) :)…
Love and hugs to you, too!
Love this.
Thanks so much, and I’m sorry for the late reply, too! Sometimes, comments slip through. π πΌπ·