Above it sings the whippoorwills.
In years gone by it heard the squeal
Of childrens merry laughter peal,
As they would skip and slip and slide,
And watch the sunlit fishes glide
Over rocks and down the sandy side
Of the banks of the stream where the children bide
Their time on shimmering, summer days
And splash and play in the summer haze.
But a single strand of memory frays
And breaks the bonds of bygone days.
On the banks of the creek no one stays
Where the children played in the summer haze,
They all grew up and moved away
From the banks of the creek and children's play.
But sometimes, on a sunlit summer day,
Surely, thoughts return and memories stray
To the banks of the creek and children's play,
On a shimmering, sunlit summer's day.
Memories Copyright © 1988 by Fleta Aday.
All rights reserved.
Creek days were even better than those at the Old Pond bank!
4 comments:
My favorite childhood memory is of a creek I used to play at with some other kids. Back then no one cared if you went on their land and we kids roamed all over the place. Now the property is posted and has a big fence around it.
we didn't go the creek except to cross it to go to school. richard did but i didn't my place was the hill.
Momma says said no to going to the creek...we had to slip off to go. Fleta said it was too far to walk back and did nto want to go.
This picture is beautiful .. it would be something I would frame for my home! What memories you have evoked with this posting.
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