RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 12,269 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Past Record


Music from childhood being played and sung,
reminded me of the same record I had back then.
Playing it repeatedly, every single day, with
Dad being tired of hearing it.
We had to keep listening to it's tones because
of it's staccato beat throughout.
A wonderful epic of childhood joy found in a
record filled with the music of the past.
Bringing yesterday into realms of now just by
hearing it's self-same words.

Submitted: Sunday, October 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013

Form:


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Past Record by RoseAnn V. Shawiak )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  6. If, Rudyard Kipling
  7. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  8. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  9. Tonight I can write the saddest lines, Pablo Neruda
  10. As I Grew Older, Langston Hughes

Poem of the Day

poet Oliver Wendell Holmes

WHAT flower is this that greets the morn,
Its hues from Heaven so freshly born?
With burning star and flaming band
It kindles all the sunset land:
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]