Summer Flying

“What is your favourite memory

Of summer?” Husby asked of me,

“Times you spent out in the woods?

(The best of times in his childhood.)

“Or merely memories of home

With family or all alone?”

I thought about his question some,

Those sunlit summer days of fun,

Of river mud between my toes,

And little in the form of clothes,

Or riding out in boots and jeans,

And branding, doling out vaccines,

Of showing calves at summer fairs,

And breathing in the sage-stuffed air.

Of family and cabin time,

The cold, lake swims were so sublime.

Or later? Thoughts meandered on,

Of time well spent in days long gone,

When kids were small and running free,

And rolled in mud from neck to knee,

Family trips both good and bad,

When all were there with Mom and Dad,

What memories do I like best?

When I am feeling the most blest...?

I’d have to say those I most like:

The ones spent on my ‘Bluebird’ bike,

With family ahead, behind,

And techniques good to unrefined,

And trailing out across the town,

“Teens wait! The smalls are slowing down!”

Yes, grandkids, aged fifteen to four

With sometimes less and sometimes more,

But, oh! What bliss and… Oh! What fun!

Those early mornings in the sun.

And so to answer Husby’s probe,

And pond’ring days spent on this globe,

My favourite memories, I must say?

The ones that I will make today!

 

All summer long!
The Tolley family on the town!

            

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we three besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?
So Jenny and Delores, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Next week, because they're close to me,

My poem's of Delores and Jenny!