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How Sweet the Days

How sweet the days of long past youth Hot summer days 'neath cloudless skys. The drone of busy bumble bees, The joy of chasing butterflys. Down the river, jars in hand Armed with fishing nets. A joyful cry of "I've caught one " Such happy voices, they echo yet. Trees to climb, dens to build A secret place to hide. Days they were not long enough, Our playground was the countryside. Halcyon days they were to me, A lifetime ago, so innocent. Memories I cherish so The best of times, how quick they went.

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Lin Lane

Date: 6/7/2017 2:44:00 PM

I grew up on a country farm, Gary, so I have similar childhood memories. Life was so much simpler then, and you've captured the nostalgia of that time perfectly.

Gary Smith
Date: 6/7/2017 3:15:00 PM

Thank you Lin :)

Heidi Sands

Date: 6/7/2017 2:11:00 PM

Welcome back Gary. You have brought us a wonderful poem to read again. Thank you :)

Gary Smith
Date: 6/7/2017 2:13:00 PM

Thank you Heidi, it's lovely to be back :)

Chris Green

Date: 6/7/2017 2:07:00 PM

This just makes the reader feel good as they read. I have fond memories such as these and it is always fun to revisit the old days. Getting older comes more in focus everyday but in my mind I was always be out there on that tire swing or playing army with my friends. Nice to see you back again my friend.

Gary Smith
Date: 6/7/2017 2:08:00 PM

Thank you Chris, had a lot going on lately but it's nice to be writing again.