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
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Summer Camping Trip
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
14 comments:
We cherish our bygone days as they leave footprints in our hearts.
Beautifully penned!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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...
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,
Elizabeth
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.
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.
I loved the poem "Bygone Days". It is extremely beautifully written! Such a treat to read it, Annell.
thank you for bringing me back to my childhood years. summer - let me be a child again :)
I especially love the first poem, my friend....memories of younger days..........why is it in our memories it is almost always summer?
Both pieces are delightful. I do prefer the first but I think it was the romantic touch that did it for me.
bygone days of warmth are always to be cherished...also love the joyful summer camping...
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
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.
Both are great, I like the ending for the second.
what fantastic memories from the dripping goodness of watermelon to the scary campfire stories.
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