(“The Big Kids and The Little Kids”)
(Mitch Thayer, Kelly Pratt, Leslie Thayer, Lisa Thayer, Kari Pratt, Steve Pratt, Grandpa L. G. Pratt)
we rode upon broomstick horses
galloping through the thick thorn forest
dragonflies hovering
plucking the plumpest raspberries
ripe and sweet from the crowded bushes
generously heaving
(Mitch & Steve)
inexhaustible, our imaginations
followed every footprint
our shadows danced,
lit by the man in the moon
we left no stone or cartwheel unturned
felt the moss squish between our toes
washed our bare feet in the sand
of the blue lake
gleaming
she was always there to greet us
and make friends again
the lake,
loyal and lucid, the sound of her
reassuring shore beckoned
waiting to cup us in her watery hand
guiding us
float our dog paddling cherub bodies
teaching,
as her loving waves caressed
our rosebud cheeks
beautiful, bountiful, bliss filled summers
roll off my memory like pearls dropping
one by one, off a necklace in need of repair
memories,
I gather up and tuck safely
in a jewel box
just as my grandmother Audrey
would’ve done
in the dense lilting air
mosquito bitten arms wave
in remembrance of innocence
of youth unencumbered
the balmy summers of nature’s breast
beating like the wings
of a morning dove
soft, gentle, humid
clinging to the child
in all of us
© 2010
Thank you cousin,
Certainly speaks to the child in me and the poem and the pix bubbled up such warm memories of my growing years in Texas.
We were & are incredibly fortunate…Thanks Kelly for posting this
as I re-post it at The Juice Bar. I love you all. – Lisa 🙂
Wonderful…………..wonderful… Happy days !!!
Oh they were my Lord they were!!