Quadrille Monday ~~ Mish is hosting in the dVerse Poets Pub ~~ The word "hint" is our poetic clue!!!
June 1955
born in the shadow of war
we grew up with radio's hum
the smell of fresh cut grass
navigating a world beginning
to forget its ghastly scars
we lived and loved simply
danced in the here and now
no hint of what lay ahead
Great nostalgic poem, Helen!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
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I wonder if things were better when there were no hints.
ReplyDeleteIgnorance is bliss? Maybe...
DeleteGreat poem Elen!!
ReplyDeleteWe have to collect what optimism we have inside us and go!!
Have nice day!!
Love it, we all started out with all that hope... and looking back can be such help later in life.
ReplyDeleteHope is one thing that can never be taken. A lovely quadrille.
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