Hi, Ingrid is the host of Poetics this week, sadly her last as a host, but wishing her well in her new job – https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/14/poetics-poetry-of-place-and-space/ she invites us to write poetry of the places and/or spaces which inspire us the most, for me it was and is my childhood home in an old mill surrounded by farms, which was just a joy, I don’t think I really appreciated until I was older ❤
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What a beautiful poem. Your story sounds like it came out of a book, much like the Little House stories. When we visited Kinderjike back in 2019, it was interesting to discover that people/families lived in the Windmills. Well done.
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Thanks, Dwight, like you say maybe we remember only the good times but I have to say it was an idyllic place to grow up 💞
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Sounds like a paradise for children! I didn’t have a mill but rolling meadows and corn fields. I wonder if there are any places still out there where children can use imagination and play in safety and freedom…
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They were indeed happy days, it is sad children don’t have the freedom these days we used to be gone for hours, the world was a quieter and safer place ❤️
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A beautiful poem Angela. 🤩
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Thank you Sadje 💞
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You’re most welcome
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This reminds me of a mill I used to visit in my childhood. I simply loved the ‘dock leaf bacon and fresh mud pies’ 🙂
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Thanks so much Ingrid – they were happy days 😘
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