In the Good Old Summertime by auntietk
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In The Good Old Summertime
Summer ...
The word alone
Conjures up picnic visions
Watermelon
Potato salad
Hot dogs
Lemonade
Summer food
Lingers on the mind
Long after the taste has faded
Like a red-checked tablecloth
Gone pink in the sun
Memories of summer love
Dance music from the house next door
Languid days
Laughter in the night
It's the heat you remember most
Sometimes an icy beverage
Is all that stands between you and
Spontaneous combustion
One sunny day after another
Top down
Beach days
Firefly nights
No end in sight
No fireworks
Or sudden explosion
To draw our attention
Slowly shortening days
And slightly cooler nights
Are the distant roll of thunder
Like a warning for someone else
In another place
Another time
Music fades
Breezes cool
Windows opened in June
Are closed in September
And the ending
Creates a longing
For it to all begin
Again
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The June challenge in the Writer's Gallery has been "In the Good Old Summertime."
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Cover page done in ArtRage 2, font is Rosewood Std.
Comments (12)
A wonderful poem that truly embodies the feeling and memories of summertime. Most excellent, Tara!
I love this, very well written. Conjures up a lot of images and memories for me.
Well done.
Makes me remember visiting my grandparents in Odessa, WA. walking down to the drugstore with a real Soda Fountain and slurping, oh-so-slowly a chocolate malt shake........MMMMM
Watermellon!!
The same goes for me: it's the details, the little things...but never an awareness that once we hit the longest day of the year, it's all down hill from there: what matters are the firefly nights, the cool drinks and that threat of spontaneous Human combustion. Such a July thing! oh, and then there are the fireworks. Even if there were none in my vicinity, I always remember that sulfur smell. It is as welcome and evocative as the scent of pine in winter. This is wonderfully done! So much fun to read!
Splendid poem and evocation ! Thank you Tara!
Love the words Tara. God bless.
Your talent is jaw-dropping, Tara!
Wonderful piece. It brings back pleasant memories. School's out, long sunny days with your best friend and our best girls, barbeque, and fireworks. Thanks for the memories.
If I hang all my memories of a clothesline, then this would not only be endless. You would also be extremely colorful. Some of these memories I would like to iron, and continue, or reactivate and re-experience. Others would I depend, fold and lock away, because their time is over. But they have one thing in common: they are part of my life. Your memories have awakened my memories. Your thoughts are wonderful....thanks
I agree with wysiwig