THOSE SUMMERS
I remember sultry,
sweaty summers
visiting
relatives in
like gypsies
from one home to another,
we ‘city kids’
always eager
for the
once-a-year farm adventures--
Riding bareback astride a coarse horse blanket,
feeling the bristly coat of the steed chafe
against our calves; The fun and fear of feeding hogs,
mom adamant we enter the pen barefoot, we not realizing
the composition of the ooze beneath our feet;
Haphazard attempts to pluck eggs from feisty chickens
reluctant to give up the treasure hidden within feathery nests;
Milking cows as cats begged for spurts of cream
from sagging teats, feeding more to felines than to the bucket;
Harvesting bounty from generous vegetable gardens, me
consuming more tomatoes than I gathered;
Digging up
potatoes, carrots, and onions
from muddy
soil, almost tasting the stew
we would feast
upon that evening;
The delight we had playing ‘scarecrow’ in the cornfield,
swaying in the temperate breeze, wailing
to frighten off ravenous crows; Acquiring patience
as we ‘drowned worms’ eager to hook the colossal catfish
grandpa alleged
inhabited his reedy pond.
The laughable screams from my sister and me as we beheld
a headless chicken dash around, later fleeing brothers armed
with severed chicken claws; Rescuing wriggling kittens
being dropped through the pipe in the root cellar roof
by the same
mischievous brothers.
Pursuing fireflies, always just one blink behind,
but able to
capture a few each evening,
watching their
glow within a jelly jar.
Our brothers
smeared the insect goo upon
their scrawny
arms to glow in the dark.
Sometimes I yearn to once again be that lighthearted little girl
visiting kin in Missouri during the sultry,
sweaty
summer.
What a great childhood Rose. Being able to be on the farm and enjoy the duties of the farm life and the animals. Happy New Week and Happy Easter. xoxo
ReplyDeleteWonderful writing - so talented! Marie France
ReplyDeleteAh yes! I have some very similar memories! Thank you for sharing this poem. Sharon
ReplyDeleteYou do paint quite a picture with your words! Cindi
ReplyDeleteI can smell, visualize, and feel these experiences! Especially the hogs and their pen! LOL. Steve
ReplyDeleteGreat memories, takes me back to my youth. Great poetry!
ReplyDeleteRandy
Rose :
ReplyDeletethis is delightful, bringing back so many memories of summers in dora Oregon.
Beautiful poem Rose! I felt right on that farm with you ♥️ Betsy B
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. In your heart you still can be that little girl. She lives on in your memories .
ReplyDeleteChildhood memories are so sweet when viewed from the stericopticon of time. thanks for sharing! Alice
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, why are you not joining Chrysalis and bringing this poem?
ReplyDeleteLive, Love, Laugh,
Sharon
What a wonderfully vivid picture of those summer vacation days. Delightful!
ReplyDeleteI loved your poem. I recently wrote something a little similar - same but different - for my sister about childhood memories. Stay safe, enjoy your Easter and thank you again for visiting my blog.
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