Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Leading Me To Sunday

Wasn't written in the scriptures you'd be found
twin bunnies hopping along side with the summer
little Ronny Johnson's sister tagging right along
stolen glances and secret kisses 
swinging together on the old tire swing
back before father called you home

That was then before painted memories
hung out on the front porch with lemon tea
refreshments sparkled a quite midnight sky
loving hands held in a most romantic way
warming hearts and projecting missed moments
waiting patiently for my Sunday to come again

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Donna Roberts February 28, 2017 at 3:50 PM Me too...thanks for lovely comment

Doug Vinson February 26, 2017 at 11:59 PM Tim, sounds like a different world, and I guess it was. : ) Well done. To think of that time - hmm... You know, all in all I wouldn't want to go back, not through all those years before age 20 or so, anyway. ; )

Arthur Vaso February 26, 2017 at 6:15 PM Very romantic and well written!

Sara Ella February 26, 2017 at 8:00 AM Tim, your poem brings back the glow of youth and innocence... Love this one <3

Darren White February 26, 2017 at 12:59 AM This is one sweet picture you are painting there my friend.... I love every word of it :)

Andrea Dietrich February 25, 2017 at 7:21 PM Oh tim, this is a very romantic poem about youthful love. To wish for that special day to come again and again. I knew the feeling so well. Love this one.

Ilene Bauer February 25, 2017 at 6:28 PM this is a very tender and touching poem, tim! i very much enjoyed it...

Heidi Sands February 25, 2017 at 3:36 PM This is so beautiful and special Tim. What a grate poem . A favorite :) Heidi Sands February 25, 2017 at 3:37 PM *Great

Charlie Smith February 25, 2017 at 1:54 PM Fried chicken Sundays, picnics and Aunt Ella telling you how much you've grown. Wish I could still hear her ask...

Daniel Turner February 25, 2017 at 1:09 PM I remember when everyday seemed like Sunday:) Now like you, I wait. Beautiful poem, Tim:)

Lynn Marie February 25, 2017 at 12:08 PM ...what a lovely, breath of fresh air poem, Tim :-) your sentiments are so touching and sweet, I wish to Be in this endearing vignette :-) Splendid writing, so joyful to read. blessings, lynn

Sunlite Wanter February 25, 2017 at 11:53 AM Oh, Tim, you made me long for my parents' front porch.