Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

Second One of Many

I remember when the bitter weed did bloom
We'd sit outside by the light of the moon
Catch fireflies and place in a jar
I remember just who you are

On these nights watermelon sliced
Ice cream entombed in store bought ice
With rock salt bought from the store
To make the ice freeze and us want more


Janet Frame New Zealand famed writer
stated in her novel "Toward Another 
Summer" that her mother said the best
poems are written on scraps of paper, 
old envelopes, and paper napkins.

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Afolabi Taiwo April 27, 2011 at 5:54 PM It is beautiful and engaging when one relapses in memory of the way back then when everything was so simply gay and innocent. We were so poor we could not afford those thing or my father refused to buy. He had sixteen of us to sent to school.

Carolyn Devonshire April 27, 2011 at 1:07 PM Such a nostalgic write, Sara. We always caught fireflies, enjoyed watermellon and especially loved ice cream on summer days. Beautiful poem! Love, Carolyn

James Foulk April 26, 2011 at 8:02 PM a great piece of poetry. thank you for commenting on My Journey Home.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 26, 2011 at 5:31 AM Intensely penned Sara and much spoken in your lines of reminiscent memories... we just had a campfire in my son's back yard under the Moon on Easter Eve and it was glorious.. even sat in light rain but it was heavenly.. this poem reminds me of all good things my friend..

Andrea Dietrich April 25, 2011 at 3:21 PM sara, I saw this quote from you before.are you saying that this very poem is written by Janet Frame? or is it YOUr poem? it's very nice.