Summers of Gold
never will I forget summers of gold
filigree memories shine like the sun
Down the country lane on lazy summer days, my sisters and I walked.
Rows and rows of tall green corn waved in the breeze on each side of us.
Ripe raspberries were gifts of nature we collected alongside the lane
with fingers smeared juicy red as well as our wide grins!
Sometimes we veered off the dirt road to wander into large cleared fields
where we ran with youth’s delight to cool ourselves in the pond
hidden behind tall leafy trees gracing us with their shade.
As sun set like a ruby in the sky, we raced home for Grandma's dinner.
days of innocence
blaze in my mind forever -
more precious than gold
the farm and its lane are gone
but memories still glitter
Bottom Form: Tanka
Theme: Nature (but also life is sprinkled in)
Oct. 19, 2021
For the "Let's Mix It Up" Poetry Contest of Constance La France
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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