Chamomile....

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on May 30, 2017

"Again I collapse upon the grass, wearing a happy contented smile,
my nostrils are filled with the aroma of the calming chamomile,
after playing for hours, finally  the football game ends,
my life is just perfect, enjoying these games with my friends,
Lying on my back, dazzled by the warm summer sun in my eye,
as cotton wool clouds sail across a blustery blue sky.
Those endless games of football seem like only yesterday,
but over fifty years have evaporated since those games I loved to play.
So now as I lie in my deckchair,.... now old, and hair so grey,
that haunting, sweet smell of chamomile, is so fresh to this very day."

 

Tags: happy, love, rhyme, wishful,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Nice one Frank .I love the smell of freshly cut grass.
RW Lem commented:
Truly amazing! Paints a beautiful picture.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Thanks Chris, and RW Lem.......I'm happy that you also can see "the picture" that is etched into my childhood memories.......just the smell of Chamomile.....transports me back to that little field in Kirkby, Liverpool.....ahh....thanks again for your nice comments.....
Ja Ja commented:
A ride down memory lane. Hopefully the vision will never wane. Thank you.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Thanks Ja Ja.....I love my trips down memory lane.....those little "flashbacks," help keep me sane."....
Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 02, 2017 at 6:49am
That's a creative name for a poem, you have to stop thinking of yourself as old Frank, these days we are told to take 20 years off our real age, so that makes you relatively young, the important thing is to keep the brain ticking and keep drinking the Chamomile tea as well...nice one.
Fadrian Bartley commented on Jan 24, 2018 at 3:33pm
LOVELY I LIKE IT
A previous user commented on Mar 19, 2018 at 8:05pm
Haha, Wonderful... For me, it's my nan's wild herbs tea she used to make. I remember the dandelions and the big burdock spikey heads all over the table. Or my grandad's dyes and resins he'd extract or the rabbits he taught me to catch and prepare it all stank the place out. Even the bad smells bring back good memories haha. Thank you frank :)
Frank Hornby . commented on Mar 20, 2018 at 11:42am
Thanks Heyoka......lots of aromas take me back to periods of my life....it really is strange the way a smell can trigger a memory......thanks again for reading, and commenting....much appreciated...👍🏻...
James Farley commented on Mar 24, 2018 at 11:49pm
Love chamomile too. Nice piece.
Frank Hornby . commented on Apr 17, 2021 at 10:06am
I know it's late Cecilia..(3yrs)!....but thank you for your encouraging words....that's just it I never think of myself as OLD...but my 72yrs don't lie...(in my head I'm still 17)..hahaha...and yes I do drink Chamomile tea every day....👍🏻

 

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