Memories of Three Feet Tall   8 comments


3ft tall


Memories of three feet tall

And clothes of tattered hand-me-downs

Of dreams beneath the back-door porch
In leaves of gold and brown.

Shades of autumn fill the air

And blanket all around.

Then with the frost and chilly wind

The bed was swept and bare,

To be reborn in white the season’s end

With snow and frigid air.

Came springtime and the snow was gone.

Replaced by wind and rain.

But summer’s warmth was soon to dawn

And bring the sun again,

With memories of three feet tall,

And tattered hand-me-downs.




Posted January 6, 2013 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

8 responses to “Memories of Three Feet Tall

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  1. I have nominated you for the Shine On award, please go to: and follow the SUPER SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS!

  2. Talent, talent, talent. That is what you have, you prince of prose you!

  3. Beautiful work. It was touching and visual as well as lovely to the ear.

  4. So lovely.

    Warm regards,

  5. Beautiful poem, and is that you the beautiful
    Soul at 3′ tall?

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