Yesterday’s Summer

My mind turns back,
To the summer days,
Of my childhood years ago,
To the baseball games,
Fireman’s picnics,
Cornfields all in a row.

I can still feel,
The warmth of the breeze,
Kissing at my skin,
As we rode our bikes,
Around the block,
Greeting neighbors with a grin.

As the sprinklers rained,
Their drops of sunshine,
Upon the hungry ground,
I hear the splashing,
Of tiny feet,
No greater fun was found.

The darkness of,
The summer sky,
Was a treasure to behold,
Filled with fireworks,
And bright fireflies,
And stories to be told.

Each time I smell,
Freshly cut grass,
Its sweetness takes me away,
To family and friends,
We used to know,
In the summers of yesterday.

©2007 Virginia Donahue

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2 Responses to Yesterday’s Summer

  1. SongOfTheSagebrush says:

    Beautifully put!

    Blessings,

    Anne-Marie

  2. BTD says:

    Hi mom!

    I love this pome. I also love the smell of fresh cut grass.

    I love you so much brenda

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