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Memories
Of A Summer Day
At the end of spring when summer
is new
and the soft white clouds float
lazily by,
I can close my eyes and picture
the view
when we lay in the grass
underneath the sky.
I can vision the daisies growing
wild and free
and hear the tranquil play of
the narrow rill;
I can see the branches of the
giant oak tree
that were home to the robin and
the whippoorwill.
As the sun climbed high o'er the
hidden dell
where the tender breezes gently
sighed,
we were caught in the moment of
a magic spell,
and my blushing youth took wing
and died.
I can still see the blue of that
summer sky
when I tasted the passion of my
first real kiss,
and to my larval heart I bid
goodbye
as I trembled in the thrill of
metamorphosis.
How numerous the lips I have
kissed since then;
how many the loves that have
come my way,
but I still feel a rush of
adrenalin
when my mind wanders back to
that summer day.
~Copyright © 1999 Ruth Gillis~
"Memories
Of A Summer Day" received a
First Place Award in the 2000
May/June issue of Poets At
Work.
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