Monday, August 15, 2016

PB 22 Memories

Summer Memories

Bare foot we’d run through
green grass, over stones,
tarry roads and clover with bees.

We’d find a green branch,
carve the tip with a pocket knife
and build a campfire.

It was time for a neighborhood wiener roast,
when aunts, uncles, cousins, friends
would bring all the fixings.

After eating hotdogs, hamburgers, etcetera,
we’d still have room for watermelon
and have a seed spitting contest.

When the fireflies came out,
we’d roast marshmallows black,
and sing around the campfire.

These memories knit us together,
even when we’re now far apart.

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