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Summer Kids

on sprouting kid legs awkward with adolescence they claim their summer landing like wild birds on circular grassy paths called by adventure late afternoons, they corral their urban horses herds of silver schwinns flashing bright, they are off, majestically young against the sunset carelessly they ride the crest turning always to the west 5/26/23

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/28/2023 11:48:00 AM

Kids, alolescence, fun, sun how beautiful, and how it reminds me of my youth. Funny how we don't keep in touch with primary school friends but we do when we go to high school , a lovely poem Michelle. Hugs and blessings.JENNIFER.

Panagiota Romios

Date: 6/28/2023 8:21:00 AM

A awesome pen,,,I could see kids doing just that. And reminding me of my own adolescence., thanks. Huggs Pangie

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 6/25/2023 1:09:00 PM

I enjoyed your "summer kids" write. Oh yes, kids and the long hot summer days. I hated it. Enjoy your day writing away............

Gary Radice

Date: 6/23/2023 2:11:00 AM

Aah, the long hot summers of childhood / youthdom. A time when people made their own entertainment and searched for themselves and were taught HOW to think - before social media told us WHAT to think Your poem drips with the warm glow of nostalgia and reminds me of playing cowboys as a child :) P.S. I actually know what a Schwinn is thanks to an episode of American Pickers that was shown here in the UK a few weeks back. :) Lovely poem Michelle. Cheers - Gary

Anil Deo

Date: 6/21/2023 11:48:00 AM

Yes Michelle, Maureen and other PS greats had a schwinn-ing time recalling their own herds and armies of youthful talents. Shalom shalom, Paz!

Susan Lawrence

Date: 6/18/2023 4:49:00 PM

Michelle , Awesome ! Fun ! So reminiscent of teenage years. I love ~ herds of silver schwinns . I can see them now ! Susan :)

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 6/17/2023 10:19:00 AM

You blow me away lady. Love this. And herds of silver schwins my heart! A fave. xomo

Bill Baker

Date: 6/10/2023 2:17:00 PM

Excellent imagery, Michael. Brings back some fun times to my mind. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us my friend. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill

Alexis Y.

Date: 5/30/2023 8:30:00 AM

WoW! Michelle, You painted a lovely picture with words. I enjoyed the “ carefree” tone and vibe of your well written write. Best wishes in the contest. Have a great day:-) Alexis

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 6/6/2023 5:46:00 PM

Looking forward to those carefree summer days, thanks Alexis

Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/27/2023 8:24:00 PM

Love the imagery, Michelle! A Fine 'Silver Sonnet!' Peace, Gershon

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 6/6/2023 5:45:00 PM

And to you as well, thanks much, gw

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 5/27/2023 12:05:00 PM

A very unique poem that is perfectly composed, gl in the contest dear heart :)

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 5/27/2023 12:30:00 PM

Thank you kindly, you as well~

Sotto Poet

Date: 5/26/2023 7:39:00 PM

Your work exudes a sense of deep contemplation and reflection, evoking feelings of beauty, dreaminess, and nostalgia. The ending and final stanza in particular resonated with me. Best of luck in the contest.

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 5/27/2023 12:30:00 PM

Thank you very much for your kind comment~

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 5/26/2023 5:45:00 PM

Beautiful, dreamy and nostalgic. I especially like the ending. Good luck in the contest. :)

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 5/27/2023 12:29:00 PM

Thanks very much, appreciate it

Jan Allison

Date: 5/26/2023 3:36:00 PM

I especially love the opening stanza Michelle such vivid description especially the sprouting legs. excellent ink as ever Michelle:-) hugs Jan xx

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 5/26/2023 3:42:00 PM

Yep, when they hit their growth spurt they are all arms and legs and seem to trip over everything :) thanks for your comment, Jan

Panagiota Romios

Date: 5/26/2023 3:32:00 PM

Take me back to those high school days, with my long hair flying in the wind, our bike lights lit up huge tress and nights were safe. A creative write, appreciated. Hugs, Pangie

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 5/26/2023 3:35:00 PM

Some of my fondest memories are riding my bike with my friends in the long summer evenings, thanks for your comment, Pangie~