Jerry Brotherton Poet Free verse

Reminiscing

None of us old folk ever talk about 
how we were forced to play outside
every weekend and every summer day 
from sunup until streetlights glow. 

All the sunburned faces, 
shoulders and ears, 
wet clothes and frozen toes.
sweltering heat, torrential rain, 
blizzards of drifting snow.
 
But oh, 
how we do love to ramble on
about how much fun we had watching
mud puddles drying, 
icicles melting, 
and how excited we were to watch the grass grow
into yet another year.

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Ilene Bauer January 11, 2026 at 2:24 PM at least we got to be outside! now the kids are all indoors on screens and i think they're missing out on so much... Jerry Brotherton January 12, 2026 at 6:08 PM You know it. I moved from Montana 5 years ago and it took a year before I realized the neighbors even had kids.

Yann Rolland January 11, 2026 at 1:50 PM enjoyed you penning, a poem that is touching and i can relate to, beautifully written thanks poet Jerry Brotherton January 12, 2026 at 6:09 PM Thanks Yann

Gershon Wolf January 10, 2026 at 7:38 PM Interesting write. I actually recall being happy to stay outside all day into the evening on Sundays. Here's to reminiscing. ~ Gershon Jerry Brotherton January 12, 2026 at 6:10 PM I miss Saturday morning cartoons. Scooby Doo where are you

Chetta Achara January 10, 2026 at 7:02 PM As I recall, no one had to force us to play outside! Love the poem. Jerry Brotherton January 12, 2026 at 6:13 PM Your right. Now that I think about it. We didn't have air conditioning anyway, so who wanted to be inside.