Paul Schroeder Poet Free verse

Parched Memory From 1969

Pedaling along 
     a rocky road, 
     a dusty road, 
     a hot and sunny road.
Pedaling past 
     dry, rocky fields, 
     dry, dusty fields, 
     hot and sunny fields.
Surprised to see 
     a lily flower,
     a lonely flower,
     a kid stoning it.
Pedaling back 
     The setting sun lay low across the field.
     Boy, flower and memory are long gone.

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Elaine George January 17, 2017 at 6:21 AM Very vivid picture you paint here Paul, and metaphorically speaking... a memory with deep and profound meaning. Great writing. Elaine Paul Schroeder January 17, 2017 at 5:07 PM Thanks for your comments Elaine. I don't know about speaking metaphorically, but it happened. I was a young Peace Corps volunteer in India at the time. All my life I'm into getting things to grow--not as in my poem, destroying the one thing that sprouted and blossomed. Paul

Doug Vinson January 3, 2017 at 9:35 PM Hi Paul. Sweet! : ) (I don't have any stones right now, but still here.)