Summer Vacations

Memories of my childhood often resurface, from the deep trenches of my mind and, a soul lost in the waves of day-to-day hassles, finds itself risen up to the realm of rejoice. Those summer vacations in my native place, memorable moments of month-long holidays, carefree days with nothing but play with cousin sisters and cousin brothers. The long walks through the rice fields and the vast unfenced lush green pastures, that led to my paternal uncle's house, that sits in the midst of greenery, holding hands following one after the other, with gleeful giggles and cheerful chuckles. A small stream to be crossed in midway, that had a shaky wooden bridge, my brothers and sisters crossed with ease, I got stuck in the middle of that bridge, my tiny legs refused to move further in fear, when my eldest brother lent his hand, to help me cross that narrow bridge. These are just a few moments, of those recollections sweet I savour. They help refresh my mind and raise my spirit, and in its warmth, I re-live my childhood. Original Date: 12/09/2020 Originally Submitted for: Story From Your Childhood Poetry Contest Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins Now Submitted for: Podium Placing Promise (7) Poetry Contest Date: 01/12/2021 Sponsor: Brian Strand