When Time Stood Still

I wonder – if other folks see the expanse of time as I see it. When I was just a youngster, it seemed at times in my life that the tic-toc of the clock would slowly come to a stop and that I lived in a moment forever. It was truly magical.

“When Time Stood Still”
I remember when I was young – when time stood still,
My childhood dreams were simple and easy to fulfill.

It was always the dawn of a new day that gave me wondrous insight,
All that was nature and wildlife that was before I – was more than a delight.

I didn’t have a watch or cared to count the minutes, hours, or days-
Fishing, fireflies, sparkling creeks, was nature’s way to amaze.

Those young days that were absent of time – happy I was in my youth,
When the summer sun rose, and orange sunsets were the absolute truth.

Youthful days on the bank of Bear Creek is where my time would stop,
Wading in crystal clear water with cattails as the wilderness backdrop.

Waking at dawn – when the midsummer sun rose in the sky ablaze,
Sleeping outdoors – bathing in the starlight and the forever moon rays.

Life on Bear Creek I thought in my innocence would last forever,
I was flawed about that, of course, but the lifelong memories linger however.

Sometimes I ask myself about those fledgling days of my wonder years,
How all the timepieces would all grind to a halt – stopping their inner gears?

The answer was so very plain and simple – growing older I now know,
Time would halt and stand still, because childhood is a magical show.

I remember when I was young – when time stood still,
My childhood dreams were simple and easy to fulfill.
By Kurt James

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The rugged beauty of the Colorado Rockies foothills shaped Kurt James’ life from birth, with the ever-present sight of snow-capped peaks and the constant whisper of the wind. Having spent twenty years amidst the wide-open spaces of South Dakota, Kurt’s connection to his family’s western Kansas heritage remains strong; he recalls the tallgrass prairie and the endless blue skies. Over time, Mr. James developed a deep appreciation for the landscapes and history of the American West, spending countless hours exploring its rugged beauty and studying its unique culture. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS, all well-known Denver, Colorado media sources, have highlighted the powerful and evocative work of poet and novelist Kurt James. Focusing on Old West history, Kurt contributes feature articles to HubPages and Creative Exiles, exploring the eerie silence of ghost towns, the thrilling tales of outlaws and gunfighters, and the evocative imagery found in the Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s early admiration for writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand played a significant role in honing his skills as a storyteller. Twenty-one books (and counting!) transport readers to the Colorado Rockies and the Old West through Kurt’s vivid descriptions; the feel of rough-hewn cabins, the sounds of coyotes howling under starry skies, and the smells of campfire smoke and sagebrush are all palpable. Find Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry—published by Midnight Wind Publishing—in print copies or digital downloads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and other excellent bookstores; explore the diverse range of formats available. Currently in production - The 10th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Lee Moomaw Former Lawman. Kurt is a proud member of the Western Writers of America, a group that values storytelling.

6 thoughts on “When Time Stood Still

  • November 4, 2017 at 2:04 AM
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    It is magical and I have similar memories in nature and connecting with life itself. Unfortunately when we grow up we seem to lose that magic. But I still love to be in the natural world, my true escape from petty concerns. Nice work Kurt.

    • November 4, 2017 at 5:08 AM
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      Thank you Tony – one of the problems of growing up is that at that time in our youth we do not understand the magic of it. We never see it until our youth is gone.

  • November 4, 2017 at 11:00 AM
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    Wow – it’s like I was watching my own youth from the window of a time machine – great stirring of those great memories

    • November 5, 2017 at 8:06 PM
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      Glad I was able to bring forth some memories for you Ralph…

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