Colorful Memories
My childhood spent in P.
A. hills and trees
Brings back some
multi-colored memories,
Of winter’s evergreens,
black, gray and whites
Sled-riding hills and
boisterous snowball fights.
Pale purple violets,
yellow butter cups,
Spring sprung new life and
maybe even pups.
Orange tiger lilies,
lilacs, touch-me-nots.
How fast the world greened
up was in our thoughts.
In summertime the world
was colored green.
Ran barefoot in white
clover, home to bees.
The Siberian crab apples
turned red,
On them, and grapes and blackberries,
we fed.
In falls, the hills glowed
orange, bright red and gold.
Deep purple plums, and
pumpkins appeared bold.
We swished and scrunched
and jumped in fallen leaves.
And no one scolded us
tomato thieves.
The colors of my childhood
make me smile.
It’s fun remembering them
for a while.
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