Memories of my green years
Return with a smile
Now that the rush of the day is done:
Fireflies dancing on an early June night
to a chorus of cricket song,
a hot summer afternoon skinny dipping
and the water running ‘tween my toes,
picking blueberries for a pie,
crushing autumn leaves
and watching fragments fall,
rain pattering the roof,
the smell of tobacco curing in a barn,
snow ball fights and snow ice cream,
a sleigh ride on a New Year’s Eve,
biking countryside on a spring morning,
lying on a field of Kentucky bluegrass
in those Tom Sawyer days
of white picket fences
and Huck Finn following the river.
And oh, the childhood friends:
Cinderella off to a ball,
Jack and a beanstalk climb,
Snow White with her seven friends,
Dorothy on the Yellow Brick Road,
Peter Pan and the Lost Boys
making Captain Hook cry,
Robin Hood facing down the Sheriff,
Poe at the midnight hour,
Roy Rogers astride Trigger,
Long John Silver finding treasure,
Tarzan swinging branch to branch
swimming across a jungle sky,
And Sherwood Forest,
Neverland and Oz
as swell as swell can be.
