Thursday! Poetry! As usual, I’m joining Pam and her kitties, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats for Poetic Thursday.
This is the photo they gave us last week as inspiration for this week’s poem.
Although my childhood didn’t include pogo sticks, I found this to be a fun, easy poem to write:
Summertime
Summertime, when we were young,
our only thought was having fun.
Pogo sticks in the lane,
skinned knees taught us all about pain.
Pigtails and cowlicks fashioned our looks.
We resembled the kids in Dick and Jane books.
Daylight meant being outside:
there were games to play and bikes to ride.
When darkness fell, by the porch light’s glow,
we caught lightning bugs, then let them go.
When we opened our fingers, they’d crawl to the end.
We’d say: “Fly away home to your family and friends!”
Those times shaped the people we would become,
and we thought we were just having fun.
~These Days Of Mine~
Sweet poem – and thanks for the reminder about lightning bugs. Gosh there used to be so many of them and what fun to catch them and then let them go and watch those lights up in the trees and sky. Someone pointed out to me that the artwork may have been right out of a “Dick and Jane” book……I used to LOVE those too!
Pam
Oh………..One of my favorite poems. You definitely captured the innocence of our childhoods. I LOVED all of those fun memories you brought to the front of my mind this morning. I thought of Dick and Jane too! (Tried that pogo stick – NOPE, didn’t happen!!!)
This was penned by a a true poet …
“When darkness fell, by the porch light’s glow,
we caught lightning bugs, then let them go.
When we opened our fingers, they’d crawl to the end.
We’d say: “Fly away home to your family and friends!””
this pretty much nailed summer for me …
I, too, have never been on a pogo stick ….
You captured a child’s summer fun perfectly. I never had a pogo stick either, but our son could jump on a pogo stick and stay on it for hundreds of counts. I never knew how he had such good balance!
Fun memories came back! You aced it again!