Visions of Childhood

i can’t complete a scene no voices heard in early years i’d not retain i’m all alone i see it all - school tables the painting easel the cardboard bricks graham crackers and milk i’d bounce along a truck tire - sandbox of neighbor ate cream cheese & jelly sandwiches on the braided rug their mother crafted but don’t recall our conversation life was quiet i took it in the subtle moods and the trees were always my friends the breeze before the storm the excitement as they whipped and roared - i retain this the forest of my mind tethered to sweet honesty and honeysuckle scents to loneliness and friends later I’d own a record player go ‘round and ‘round with puppy love and shake your booty hang out with girlfriends talking of spooky things and boys i’d pack my bag fly south in the Winter take hold of my seabag go adventuring searching for words 8/3/2022