Shadows of the Silkworms' Nests

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this poem is about a painful memory i have from my childhood

Back at the berry farm...

Boston's Berry Farm;

Where streams slide slick as oil

And beautiful birds choose their perches with caution.

With winding roads of dirt and dust,

Each pebble has its own face,

He throws one when I say no---

It hits my heart and shatters my hopes.

Silenced screams on the forest floor,

I bury myself in my mind

As he buries my head in his lap---

I stifle a cry, I swallow my pride, and I forget.

My best friend, my neighborhood knight

Picks up a baseball bat,

Slams the smile off of his face

Breaks his ribs, but doesn't break the promise.

No one knew, no one knows,

It stays buried under the maple leaves,

Under the twigs and the wildflowers,

Under the shadows of the silkworms' nests.


Submitted: January 25, 2012

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It sound like you might have had some hard times but remember everything gets better and keeps getting better as time goes on!

Fri, January 27th, 2012 3:17am


this happened years ago but thank you, this, like everything else, does get better with time

Sun, January 29th, 2012 11:03am

Brian W

I hope this memory fades and that writing this has helped....Sad but well written

Thu, February 2nd, 2012 12:11am


writing this really was a while ago, and it's slowly fading, but i still get chills from it sometimes...thank you

Wed, February 1st, 2012 4:14pm

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