“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!
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| 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!
