Summer


Some evenings when it’s not so hot and I have my windows open, I can hear the call and laughter of children at play. No music in this old world could be sweeter.  Ahh, childhood, when everything is possible, where there are no limits and you have yet to discover the burdens of life. So many adventures my brothers and sisters and I created. How do I help you to feel the intensity of every magic moment. The burden is great and I am humbled.

Let me start with the smell of the earth. This is the one smell that can instantly take me back to childhood. The heavy whiff of soil and the ground rushing up to meet me as my favorite old cutoffs tickle my legs, the pound of bare feet running across the lush green grass, rushing to get to that old barn. I hear those calls from within, the clubhouse and my brothers and friends await me to come join them? The plans we made, the overnight camp in the far corner of the yard with only a fire and a couple old sleeping bag to protect us, sneaking out to walk through that sleeping little town, feeling like we owned the world, stopping to “borrow” a watermelon or some tomatoes from a lonely old garden that someone else had tended so carefully. Oh the trees we climbed and the creeks we conquered. I hope to share some of these great moments in future blogs. But for now, a poem comes to my mind. A poem of youth and first love, my poem.

Summer Love

I remember you, I do.

Though you were just a boy

And I, a little girl.

You came to call me your friend.

I remember the fast wild rides on your bicycle.

My heart pounding ever fast

As I clung to your sturdy little boy body

The sound of speed surging in our ears.

I hold precious memories

Of campouts in my backyard

The transistor radio turned down low

While I rubbed your back

By the fires soft glow.

I recall the sultry days of a youthful summer

Sneaking out at night

To walk through that sleepy small town

And watch the morning sun awaken it.

I remember the hand holding

And the sweet innocent touches.

I remember scribbling my goodbyes

Onto the snow

And staring up at your window

When you moved away.

I remember the hot tears

And a little girls broken heart.

I remember you, I do.

~Sara Jane~

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. stenila
    Jul 20, 2012 @ 16:30:15

    I like your post here.. I like observing and mingling with little innocent kids.. their life is full of dreams and excitements unhindered by the hardships of real life..

    I wanted to invite you to my blog: stenila.wordpress.com

    Have a great day! 🙂

    Reply

  2. Randy Rauch
    Jul 20, 2012 @ 17:09:20

    Loving every word again!

    Reply

  3. allison niemerg
    Jul 21, 2012 @ 00:19:38

    Awe, what a sweet poem. I just love how you make it feel as if i am right there with you 😀 delightful!

    Reply

  4. Sheo
    Jul 26, 2012 @ 12:10:08

    I don’t blog, I don’t Facebook… but I Sara! Love ya Girl 🙂

    Reply

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