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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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 7 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection called the wandering man collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition). Kurt has also published 3 historical reference books, and one humor book. All are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 11th Colorado adventure tale novel “Raphael Eye for an Eye.

6 thoughts on “When Time Stood Still

  • November 3, 2017 at 5:26 AM
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    The magical, beautiful days of childhood stay with us in treasured memories. This is such a lovely verse, Kurt. Great work, I love it.

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    • November 3, 2017 at 5:33 AM
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      Thanks Phyllis… if we only knew way back when – what we know now!

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  • 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.

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    • 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.

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  • 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

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    • 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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