That Summer When…

Once again Kellie Elmore has plucked out a little piece of me and forced me to look at it. Another FWF prompt from http://kellieelmore.com/

Many of the comments on my poem I posted this week titled “That One Amazing Summer When…” were about how it brought back memories and took you back to one of those summers…so, I want you to share YOUR amazing summer with me. You know the one…it was the first one that popped in your head. Or maybe someone popped in your head? Ahhh see…there it is! We have all had at least one summer that is unforgettable…now is the time to share the story!

That amazing summer when,

Fish flashed like silver jewels,

In the shallows,

And by the glow of street lights,

Beneath the bridge,

When I waded in to land it,

Because we had no net,

 

That summer when,

Time flew on wings of laughter,

Grass stains and softball gloves,

The song that followed us on the radio,

Through muddy back-wood tracks,

And we would laugh every time,

Singing along,

 

That amazing summer when,

Dirt bikes at midnight,

Went zipping through town,

On the way to the upper flats,

That could not be reached by rigs,

No matter how good their tires,

 

That summer when,

I leaned out the window,

Holding fast to the handle,

Feeling the wind in my hair,

Tasting freedom in the happiness,

And shelter in the smiles,

While the sun set on my past,

The stars rose into my heavens,

 

That amazing summer when,

My heart was stolen by a moment,

Freely abandoning my restraint,

Without ever knowing I had done so,

Just laughing about flamingos,

Which really are not funny,

Out of context,

 

That summer when,

I lost myself,

And found another,

When I leapt from a cliff,

Had brief glorious moments of flight,

Before belatedly realizing,

There was nobody to catch me,

At the bottom.

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5 thoughts on “That Summer When…

  1. “That summer when,

    Time flew on wings of laughter,

    Grass stains and softball gloves,

    The song that followed us on the radio,

    Through muddy back-wood tracks,

    And we would laugh every time,

    Singing along,”

    Were you in Tennessee???? =)

    I LOVE THIS!!! Hoe beautifully you describe each sweet moment! ♥

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  2. lmao damn keyboards… no I was in Index Washington, but it is every day, every beat up truck, every favorite song, every splendid memory… this is a poem for anyone who has ever got mud on the tires 🙂

    Like

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