There was a sweet song
Once heard
A young warbler
A melodious tune
As the Sun shines
And dew glistens
Much to feel
As you listen
Ambience surrounds
Cheeks aglow
A lick of the lips
A sense you know
The summer upon us
Sun high in the sky
Imagination in clouds
As they stroll by
Nothing on hand
But to be happy and play
Sandcastles built
Just a leisurely day
Soon would come the time
That mother would call upon me
To come and replenish
Then again to be free
Back with the guys
And a girl or two
Back to kids stuff
Until the day had passed thru
There would be of course
remarks of great wisdom
Knowing it’s part
Of the growing system
All along the way, there would be nods
Of agreement
Returning of course
To another disagreement
The things that we knew
But knew nothing about
But convinced ourselves
There could be no doubt
Imagining what was said
As if it were real
A wave of the arms, What the heck
. . .it ain’t no big deal
As the day waned, a call from mom
As a day, again passed by
Friendship had been shared
Not for any reason, or any reason why
An entity full grown
And clad as a child
No need of direction
But to run and be wild
If you think we don’t understand
Or pay attention to the rules
Within your image, that you
Raised a fool
We are just learning
With a bump and bruise
To learn how to win
We often must lose
A misguided rock
That may have been thrown
Quickly running away
To hide in the home
Denial of what, may have been done
It wasn’t me or any one I know
It’s not a lie!
As sad eyes are shown
Soon my father would arrive
And I’d explain once again
Just what had happened
On his face, a subtle grin
There would be no justice met out
As the evening began
Just that look given
They knew I’d understand
As a young one, both proud and indignant
But not much at being brave
It was just those looks
That made me be, afraid
And then there were older
Brothers and sisters
Their own torment
That they would administer
Then finally bedtime would come
A chance escape within
To awake to a new day
And start all over again
A new bird, a new song
A new sun, and fresh dew
New clouds to imagine
As they pass thru
To my pals, to exclaim what had happened
To tell the now true story
To exult in all its details
And in all my glory
Yada yada was all that was heard
With nodding of the accomplishment
Then on with playing, and no need, for
Further acknowledgement
This was the summer
Within its poetic cadence
The shaping and sculpting
That certainly made us
All the rest. . .heck that’s for later 🤪