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The Secret Place

The years roll back.
Memories flood, so vivid,
This secret place,
Takes me to my secret place.

To be that age again,
The scent of childhood,
The Raintree with giant roots,
The secret place of my growing years.

Like this Wigwam,
Hidden in the woods,
A secret place,
Such fun awaits the kid.

My secret hidey-hole,
Under those giant roots,
Echos of laughter still rings loud.
Such fun shared with my brothers.

To be that kid again,
Playing cowboys and Indians,
Or just sharing secrets,
Where we meet at our Secret Place.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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