Long Childhoodsummer Poems
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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
(© All Rights Reserved)
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.