I remember...
shorts, barefeet and bare chest
crawdad fishing, bike riding
creek wading, rope swinging
and
flower picking
Wild gallops on the ponies
hide and seek among
(I can almost smell it)
sweet corn stalks
kick the can and tag
sitting under the apple tree
eating ("they'll make you sick")
green apples
fish fries, carnivals
and
strawberry socials
making ("my turn to crank")
homemade ice cream
thunderstorms
rainbows
making mud pies
catching grasshoppers
and
fireflies
staying up late
and
sleeping on the floor
evening drives
and
honeysuckle
hours of make believe
running like the wind
and
freedom!
August
August comes
turns up the heat
August comes
with no relief
the summer air lays heavy
encasing all nearby earth
even fireflies' frolic
has turned to more a dirge
everything moves sluggishly
slowed to snail's pace
the languid cat's indifferent
to the moth
he'd earlier have chased
Augusr comes
turns up the heat
August comes
with no relief
Serenade
Sweet voices of the evening
delight of summertime
do you sing to make the sun rise?
or to make stars brightly shine?
enchanting summer concert
echoing all around
do fireflies keep your rhythm
as they dance and flit about?
do you usher in the dreamtime?
do you croon the flowers to sleep?
and
where is your song in winter?
does it rest in slumber deep?
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
I remember...
shorts, barefeet and bare chest
crawdad fishing, bike riding
creek wading, rope swinging
and
flower picking
Wild gallops on the ponies
hide and seek among
(I can almost smell it)
sweet corn stalks
kick the can and tag
sitting under the apple tree
eating ("they'll make you sick")
green apples
fish fries, carnivals
and
strawberry socials
making ("my turn to crank")
homemade ice cream
thunderstorms
rainbows
making mud pies
catching grasshoppers
and
fireflies
staying up late
and
sleeping on the floor
evening drives
and
honeysuckle
hours of make believe
running like the wind
and
freedom!
August
August comes
turns up the heat
August comes
with no relief
the summer air lays heavy
encasing all nearby earth
even fireflies' frolic
has turned to more a dirge
everything moves sluggishly
slowed to snail's pace
the languid cat's indifferent
to the moth
he'd earlier have chased
Augusr comes
turns up the heat
August comes
with no relief
Serenade
Sweet voices of the evening
delight of summertime
do you sing to make the sun rise?
or to make stars brightly shine?
enchanting summer concert
echoing all around
do fireflies keep your rhythm
as they dance and flit about?
do you usher in the dreamtime?
do you croon the flowers to sleep?
and
where is your song in winter?
does it rest in slumber deep?
Actually this year our beastly hot month was July, but August was written in another year and August/Summer is almost over so I left it.
