Summer Fun
I recall days long departed
When I was just a kid . . .
O, how I loved Mother's garden
I would run in the sun and play all day
Down paths now vanished . . .
I would lay spread-eagle on the scented grass
An emerald carpet laid just for me
I would creep among the shade trees
And climb to the highest branches
Where I would sit for hours and hours
Listening to the birds twitter and dance
I would pluck some blossoms
Place them in a pickle jar for Mother
And she would exclaim happily
At what a delightful child I was . . .
My childhood was full of happiness
Watching the little birds play in the bird bath
O, I remember it all so clear
But no more, now the garden is but a thorny field
And Mother has departed this realm
And I . . .
I grew up and found out that life is cruel
That happiness and delight are rare gems indeed
But . . .
In my mind and solitude
I am that skipping child again
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August 27, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/Summer Fun
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All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
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