Summer sun
melting down hillside
of golden poppies
shading our footsteps
as we drag the weight of the world
behind us,
led by an ageless one
who calls encouragement as we struggle
with refuse for some,
an enchantment for us,
cardboard boxes wiping out our tracks
as we lift our heads
into windless heat,
with the goal always ahead
but so far away
wrinkled hand grasps mine
to pull me up beside her,
we reach the summit of delight,
overlooking the Eternal City
through the haze of smog
as my brothers line up beside me,
settling into their vehicles of imagination
to race down the hill first,
dust clouds of laughter
screams into the clouds
we gather the wildflowers
into chains to adorn our carriages,
yellow gossamer filaments
that the wise one tells me
will always remember this day,
it is engraved upon their hearts
like it will be ours,
as she places the crown of memory
upon my head,
we squeeze into life’s small box
and ride down the hill forever
****
I wrote this last month for my grandmother, who passed away this morning. I will always remember these days of my childhood with her, and her kind heart and ready smile for us all. :-4
A Summer Afternoon
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chonsigirl
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A Summer Afternoon
chonsigirl;843142 wrote: Summer sun
melting down hillside
of golden poppies
shading our footsteps
as we drag the weight of the world
behind us,
led by an ageless one
who calls encouragement as we struggle
with refuse for some,
an enchantment for us,
cardboard boxes wiping out our tracks
as we lift our heads
into windless heat,
with the goal always ahead
but so far away
wrinkled hand grasps mine
to pull me up beside her,
we reach the summit of delight,
overlooking the Eternal City
through the haze of smog
as my brothers line up beside me,
settling into their vehicles of imagination
to race down the hill first,
dust clouds of laughter
screams into the clouds
we gather the wildflowers
into chains to adorn our carriages,
yellow gossamer filaments
that the wise one tells me
will always remember this day,
it is engraved upon their hearts
like it will be ours,
as she places the crown of memory
upon my head,
we squeeze into life’s small box
and ride down the hill forever
****
I wrote this last month for my grandmother, who passed away this morning. I will always remember these days of my childhood with her, and her kind heart and ready smile for us all. :-4
A fitting tribute to one you obviously loved.
melting down hillside
of golden poppies
shading our footsteps
as we drag the weight of the world
behind us,
led by an ageless one
who calls encouragement as we struggle
with refuse for some,
an enchantment for us,
cardboard boxes wiping out our tracks
as we lift our heads
into windless heat,
with the goal always ahead
but so far away
wrinkled hand grasps mine
to pull me up beside her,
we reach the summit of delight,
overlooking the Eternal City
through the haze of smog
as my brothers line up beside me,
settling into their vehicles of imagination
to race down the hill first,
dust clouds of laughter
screams into the clouds
we gather the wildflowers
into chains to adorn our carriages,
yellow gossamer filaments
that the wise one tells me
will always remember this day,
it is engraved upon their hearts
like it will be ours,
as she places the crown of memory
upon my head,
we squeeze into life’s small box
and ride down the hill forever
****
I wrote this last month for my grandmother, who passed away this morning. I will always remember these days of my childhood with her, and her kind heart and ready smile for us all. :-4
A fitting tribute to one you obviously loved.
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RedGlitter
- Posts: 15777
- Joined: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:51 am
A Summer Afternoon
Chonsi, I'm sorry.
What a beautiful poem for her.
What a beautiful poem for her.