Scrapbook of remembering

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Gerund Whore
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When rooks gathered in that Chestnut tree
is it the sound, or the great boughs
and greenery above me I remember
as I lay in my pram all those years ago?
Strange that a tree which must have been
ancient then, still stands and thrives
while I grow old with limbs less sturdy,
and will it prosper still when I am gone?
 
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When did I learn to hide that I was 'clever'?
Not soon enough if primary school bullying
was anything to go by.
Have you read The Midwich Cuckoos?
To all intents and purposes that was me.
Born into a County where the people
were short and dark,
then there was me tall and blonde
with an intelligence far beyond theirs.
The mind reading and any animal
wild or tame wanting to be with me
really isolated my childhood,
and when I passed to go to college
when I was only 11, the die was cast
I was different, to be avoided.
 
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When rooks gathered in that Chestnut tree

aw yes - this is sweet

Kilroy: and apropos
 
I'm sure a lot of Lits have had analogous experiences. In the Uk they call it the tall poppy syndrome (or, at least, that's part of it).
 
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