Happy The Times Were Poem by kamilla davila
Happy The Times Were
Happy the times were when we were free of our troubles
Happy the times were when we rode around in the car with the wind in our hair.
Dancing in the rain in the middle of the street
Running in the sprinklers at the football field at night
We were happy knowing that we weren't going anywhere
Who knew our fun would end sooner than we thought.
Winter came and all of our fun disappeared into the snow and dead leaves.
Happy the times were when everything was in our hands
But now things hang by a loose thread, not making any sense at all
Looking back at the small town with a couple of thousand to keep us company
Looking back as we drive away to the 'supposed' new great life
Happy the times were when we lived in the small town we loved so dear
Happy the times were when we had Sonora.
for a 13-year old, you are heading in the right direction with your poetic voice. the best advice i can possibly give you: READ READ READ READ, all the greats and write write write. crumble up the bad ones if you get upset, but don't toss them away. i've found crumbled up verses of Gold in old boxes that i thought were terrible at the time i wrote them. eventually you will learn the lessons you need from the masters, and move on to your own masterpieces.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 7:14:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks for the advice. I appreciate it.