Sunday, July 26, 2015

The Sunday Whirl/ Bygone Days --The Sunday Whirigig/ Summer Camping Trip--Poets Pantry #162

Bygone Days

i am coatless       the wind whistles                  autumn begins unexpectedly

i search the contents of the envelope                 for your last letter

stars glow in the nighttime sky                           i can feel your touch on my skin

i am thinking of the kitchen stories                   we used to tell

slices of watermelon                               sweet sticky juice runs down my chin

we made up games                         spitting seeds                 at a target

we flew flags                    catching the cool breezes                 you used to say

you wished           we could always stay there on the beach       thinking of bygone days

days when we were young           you and i           we walk together the last part

hand in hand            footsteps one following the other           remembering bygone days

July 25, 2015


Summer Camping Trip

summer is here            in full swing          camping in the woods

the river flows in its' banks                        children laughing

roasting marshmallows by the fire                    telling stories

some are true           others not so much          we work hard

and deserve a rest        when the sun goes down          we curl up

in our bed rolls                     dream dreams of hell and damnation

sometimes it is fun to be scared               and when we wake 

we are so relieved            maybe it is mosquitoes or ants

 a snake in the bedroll          still it is only a summer camping trip 

                                                                 without a kayak

July 25, 2015


Sanaa Rizvi said...

We cherish our bygone days as they leave footprints in our hearts.
Beautifully penned!

Lots of love,

scotthastiepoet said...

Hi there Annell,

Especially like: "we curl up in our bed rolls - dream dreams of hell and damnation..." Very evocative - childhood innocence and glorious freedom, though fear too...

continuing said...

Especially like the first one and must agree with Sanaa, so many people leave footprints on and in our hearts. Have to wonder if they have a clue,


Mary said...

You characterized that summer camping so very well. And true - some stories are true and some aren't. And being a bit scared is part of the experience.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Oh such lovely summer memories almost plucked verbatim from my memory folds...summer camping is especially vivid for me....especially loved your first poem that has that deep love and sadness too remembering bygone days.

purba chakraborty said...

I loved the poem "Bygone Days". It is extremely beautifully written! Such a treat to read it, Annell.

totomai said...

thank you for bringing me back to my childhood years. summer - let me be a child again :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I especially love the first poem, my friend....memories of younger days..........why is it in our memories it is almost always summer?

Old Egg said...

Both pieces are delightful. I do prefer the first but I think it was the romantic touch that did it for me.

Sumana Roy said...

bygone days of warmth are always to be cherished...also love the joyful summer camping...

Jae Rose said...

Both of these pieces transmit a joy - more tempered perhaps as we grow older but always searching for light and games and delicious juicy fruit xo

X said...

We are planning to go camping in early fall once the heat breaks a bit. i grew up camping and love to go and sit by the fire. The telling of stories as well - creates sacred moments.

G L Meisner said...

Both are great, I like the ending for the second.

Moonie said...

what fantastic memories from the dripping goodness of watermelon to the scary campfire stories.