tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302708830114309851.post7131773225688200294..comments2024-03-24T13:19:49.724+05:30Comments on Rodrick Writes: The Song of the Woodpecker;Memories of Childhood-A PoemRodrick Rajive Lalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304304298874980087noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302708830114309851.post-72115372562865594882011-08-15T19:52:24.093+05:302011-08-15T19:52:24.093+05:30Beautiful lines the takes one into another life of...Beautiful lines the takes one into another life of childhood ! I remember the pigeons that we had in Addis Abeba and the awesome smell of nature at Arbaminch . Not forgotten those hugh fish Dad used to catch ( 20 kgs and above ). Childhood memories are the best of one’s entire life span .Sanjay Lalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06902868080675611957noreply@blogger.com