Echoes of Childhood
Zoo Lions roaring early morn,
Religious songs wafting through the daze.
Frequent calls waking you up from sleep.
Garbage trolley whistles, piercing ear drums.
Pitter Patter of feet on stairs,
Running about to reach school on time.
First bell, second bell ringing on and on,
Prayers start with a fervor all around.
Attendance time, your name being called,
Class loads of teachers trying to teach it all.
Sounds of whistle piercing the air,
P.T. time lures you to the ground.
Band music practice eases the afternoon haze.
In no time, the bell rings again.
Cycle bell ringing outside
Friends calling by to go a playing.
Shouts and Laughs, making life fun.
Again, in no time, your name being shouted.
The night is coming and home you should go.
Scooby Doo and friends pull you to the TV,
When Cartoon Network is on,
All other sounds fall on deaf ears.
Soon News time is there very prompt.
Silencing sounds all around.
Slowly time passes on, old songs play softly in the haze.
As the eyes starts becoming heavy with sleep.
‘Goodnight’ and ‘Sweet Dreams’ whispered to you,
Tucked into bed, for another day was about to come.
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 18
The prompt was
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore…….. Coax your ear and your voice backwards, and write a poem that speaks the language of home, and not the language of adulthood, office, or work. Happy writing!
Well since my mother tongue is not English, and since writing the language of home is rather difficult. I decided to go with the sounds of childhood. I tried to focus on the many sounds which formed part of my childhood, and came up with something which described a typical day of my childhood