Best Childhoodsummer Poems
Many are the boyhood fantasies gazing into a cozy winter's blaze,
Or watching vagabond clouds scudding on lazy summer days,
Or in deep reverie with glazed eyes holding his fishing pole,
As he idles away a summer afternoon at his favorite fishing hole!
Building myriad model airplanes from tissue paper and balsa wood,
Dreaming of becoming the ace of aces, oh, if he only could!
Lying in bed hearing the plaintive whistle of the midnight freight;
Engineering that huffing, chuffing monster - wouldn't that be great!
Yearning desperately be a gallant soldier defending his nation.
Maybe even becoming a famous general receiving great adulation.
Perhaps a humble pastor ministering to his beloved flock,
Or a famous scientist finding cures for rare diseases to unlock!
Oh, to become a winning Indy five-hundred mile race driver,
Or explore the ocean depths as a daring deep-sea diver.
"Do you suppose", he muses, "that I could become a movie star,
Or strum my way to fame and fortune on the classical guitar?"
A notion is joining the circus to become a trainer of wild beasts.
Possibly a renowned chef preparing tasty delights for exotic feasts.
Ah, so many things he aspires as he ponders his many visions!
Dream on lad - you've plenty of time for weighing your decisions!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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DOYLESTOWN SQUIRREL LOVE SONG
When Bushy Tail met Flashing Eyes
up on poplar limb
he fell in love with her at once
the only love for him!
And so he asked a friend of her
who told poor Bushy Tail
that Flashing Eyes would wed the Prince
it made his poor heart fail!
But Bushy saw deep in her eyes
one summer morning bright
there was real love, and just for him,
a love both strong and right
they fell so much more into love
but couldn't comprehend
why they could not together be
and Prince be just a friend.
They pled their love before the Prince
who laughed at them and said
I'll have the fairest in the trees
so get that in your head.
And then the Prince put out the law
they could not be in love
nor be together one more time
like they were dreaming of.
And Flashing Eyes cried all the time
while Bushy hurt each day,
their love grew stronger though apart
could love not find a way?
The leaves of summer turned to red
as autumn came around
and in the breezes drifted to
be carpet on the ground.
The day to wed was growing near
and hope was getting dim
when destiny came in to play
up on a poplar limb.
The Prince proclaimed he was the king
and Flashing Eyes would be
forever Queen and at his side
the top of royalty.
And then he boasted of his charm
his right and noble fame
when all at once he fell down to
a forest hunters aim.
Up in the trees where no one sees
real love is living there
for Bushy Tail and Flashing Eyes
and love is everywhere.
Children's lilting voices fill the air
on a summer evening, outside at their play.
Happy and thriving with nary a care.
I remember when life used to be that way.
If only our childhood would, a little longer, stay.
Sounds of their laughter bring a smile to my face
and memories of my own flood my being.
My childhood is past , there's no longer a trace
but in my mind a much younger me I'm seeing,
in a time that was all too quickly fleeing.
Children's litling voices fill the air.
A joyous sound on this warm summer eve.
Running, climbing and playing games of dare,
the same games I once played, I believe.
Tonight I'll quietly watch 'til they take their leave.
'Morn sky, Spring love, Summer dreams,
Winter chill. Listen to cloud cover.
Fall deeper into fallen leaves, raked
By slumbering winds. Fields of white
Cotton picked in summer sun by *****
Slaves - peaches by the migrant hands.
Dixieland band plays on for workers.
Sing along, soulful music. Mexicans
Have a more upbeat style. Jazz in
New Orleans in the Spring. Ah, peace.
All seasons man works to the beat,
Heat of the sun and wind. Then rainfall.
Call to the morning sky. Ask why not?
It's got to be time for planting and
Panting up a sweat. No regret I forgot
To mention again sweet summer dreams.
The gates of childhood open
to eternal width.
And memories are still alive.
A summer sky protects you,
with its easy winds.
Far away hills,
white flowers in a sea of sunshine,
your smile not hidden behind shaky roofs.
Sunrays of love,
deeply engraved in you,
a happy child.
Through the open window
an new day is rising.
Between white sheets of early snow,
blue fragments yet remain
of flowers you once picked
from summer fields,
still vivid
even after all that bygone days.
And all your early memories
are so alive
as if no years had passed.
And sometimes in your dreams
you see a little boy
grasping at flowers
and at summer fruits
and at all that other signs of happyness.