Create a Poem about childhood memories?
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I Remember, I Remember’ is, along with ‘The Song of the Shirt’, Thomas Hood’s best-loved poem. Although much of the rest of his work is not now much read or remembered, ‘I Remember, I Remember’ has a special place in countless readers’ hearts. Although its meaning is fairly straightforward, it’s worth probing the language of Hood’s poem a little deeper, as closer analysis reveals why this poem is held in such high regard.
I Remember, I Remember
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The vi’lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,—
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!
I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from heav’n
Than when I was a boy.
‘I Remember, I Remember’: the ‘I remember’ is repeated, perhaps, in fond wistfulness, as if we should hear, when we read it, a faint sigh in the poet’s voice as he recalls his childhood years.
Dancing around like little raindrops
On muddy roads and more
Window - shopping in the shops
Building castles at seashore
Little fights on a pen or a doll
Lasting only a moment or two
Then, a little hug to end it all
And skipping together saying I love you
Running and dancing here and about
Slipping hard and rising with every fall
Laughing and playing - a chuckle and shout
Swinging high on swings, and shooting a ball
Knowing neither grief nor worry
Lost in their own jolly world
At their own pace, NE'er in hurry
Aspiring to build a happy dream world
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