Written for Stormy :Lady's Newsletter and Poetry Contest using her new prompt words |
A SUMMER PAST The afternoon hours brought more intense humidity as the family gathered at the pool, all so eager to try to survive the summer heat, a quick change to swimsuits and looking forward to splashing in the water, sure to defy any heatstroke, or headache or just feeling wiped out; the sun's rays were too hot, of that there was no doubt. The water was warm, a delight to sunburned senses, and I swam the entire length with swift sure strokes. It was good to be home and back with the family listening to the music and just chatting with the folks. No heatstroke, or headache, or just feeling wiped out, the sun's rays were too hot, of that there was no doubt. One of the hardier souls had started cooking hotdogs while the girls brought out salads and cranberry wine. Out of the pool came the last of the good swimmers, all refreshed and ready to finally sit down and dine. No heatstroke, or headache, or just feeling wiped out, the sun's rays were too hot, of that there was no doubt. The afternoon wore on in time with background music and I made a promise to a youngster's shy advance that once I had finished a bit of wine and relaxing I would honor the lad with the favor of a slow dance. No heatstroke, or headache, or just feeling wiped out, the sun's rays were too hot, of that there was no doubt. It's one of the memories of a seventy-year old heart, a summer past that brought us all close together. It's one of the best times that I've had in my lifetime, one that I hope I will remember ever so fondly - forever. No heatstroke, or headache, or just feeling wiped out, the sun's rays were too hot, of that there was no doubt. Countrymom 5/11/07 |