Adventures of a Summer Day

Where honeysuckle grows On decrepit wire fence Held aloft by decaying wooden posts But still climbable by motivated boy, A barrier between neighbors That yet brings them together, An elderly couple enjoys The laughter of children on our side, My sister and I, sun streaming Through leaves of backyard elm, Guessing at the treasure Hidden in white blossoms, Our neighbors tasting too Uninhibited childhood antics. Children buzzing from flower to flower, Like bees in the warm summer air. Brian Johnston February 6, 2015