Let the warm rain fall on me
and wash the grime of time away
while bringing back the memory
of childhood days and running free.
Of splasing through a small freshet
on a warm wet summer day,
no part of me that wasn't wet,
I'd laugh and skip without regret.
Or sail boats in a roadside ditch
the waters red from southern clay
with smell of new rain fresh and rich
while watching home made toy boat pitch.
I remember running through wet clover
as rain would fall and tree tops sway
small bare feet flitting like a plover
until the short shower was over.
But that was then and this is now
the rain still wet, the sky still gray
I now hunch shoulders, almost bow
and hope that I'll stay dry somehow.
Comments
A great...
experiment with a hard to stick-with rhyming scheme. As usual, I loved the down-home flavor that you always manage to impart, along with the frailties of old men! LOL I relate to this one very well. I too, run, [well, hurry] to keep from getting wet. Used to be, my dad didn't think I had the brains to come in out of the rain, but my mother knew that it was my Native American heritage showing. I enjoyed all the seasons with the abandon of childhood.
Now I think about what should I wear, rather than what could I shed. Thanks for the trip back to childhood! [I'm not sure I ever left it in some respects]. Thanks, ~ Gee
Hello Gee
"frailties of old men".....well they say write what you know lol. In this case I wrote what I remembered And what I now know lmao. I guess we all splashed in the rain as children...........stan
What an enjoyable
memories you're sharing here Stan.
I very much enjoyed this read. I am sure you're coming back again
revise where some lines read a bit rough.
I always thought you're great in closing your lines, so I rush to read the ending then go back and read LOL
But that was then and this is now
the rain still wet, the sky still gray
yet I now lumber like a cow
and hope that I'll stay dry somehow.
Thanks for sharing ..
Hey Rula
I guess there are many who can't wait for my poems to end lol. And yes, I'll revise as ideas for improvement rattle out of my empty skull. Thanks for dropping by.............stan
Hi Stan
Love this one Stan! It feels different from your other poems. I could imagine a little think bubble above your head as you float off into happy memories. It has a feeling of being special and happy.
I agree with Rula's suggestion - unless I'm missing something.
This is a really good write and I enjoyed reading it.
Keep safe Mand xxxxxx
greetings Mandy
I'm glad you actually think I Have thought bubbles lol. That "cow" line is niggling at me and will probably be the first thing I change. Although the word cow can refer to both male and female cattle it kinda has a feminine touch doesn't it? Thanks for taking time to visit.............stan
Stan
You still have the ability to splash those puddles and run a swathe through the wet grass in the scattered sunlights dream.
It was lovely to be there again a child that has no worries and loves everything it sees, with unconditional love.
Thank you young man it was a pleasure to splash again and I didn't see any wandering cows in my eyes of dreams,
Yours Ian.T. and I is only 3
Hi Ian
We used to run through puddles to Get wet and now we do so to Avoid getting wet.......This says something about aging but I'm not sure what lol...............stan
that's why I end fast
ur Puddle
I read as Poodle
the end
great man
Stan
not ur fault
my twisted eyes
Hi Loved
POODLE splasher? lol. I now visualize a maniac driver in search of french dogs to run over lol. Appreciate your visiting........stan
appreciate your
appreciation
Stan
Flat Packed Poodles LOL
Stan
I could do with some "Flat Packed Poodles" or even
"Fractured Puddles"LOL..
Have yourselves a great day out there, Yours Ian.T