I remember garden fences

Bathed in a mellow, orange glow.

I remember the distant hum

From tidy folks with grass to mow.

I remember sticky hands

From frozen juice in paper cones.

I remember barefoot walks

On warm and grass-strewn paving stones.

I remember water fights

Which soaked our light and frilly clothes.

I remember tall sunflowers,

Bright as the morning sun which rose.

I remember slapping skipping ropes

Keeping rhythm like a drummer.

The heat pulled new scents from the earth

And I could smell the Summer...

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Author guidance for This poem

Read the current posts first; they're beautiful. The first post is the introduction, asking the reader and the writer to think back in time, to let those distant memories bloom to life. The rest of the chapters show you how it's done. Write your early memories in any style you please. Poetry, description, prose, narration, whichever. Focus on bringing those distant times to life with the senses and emotions, inspiring nostalgia, smiles, and tears across the group. Thanks for sharing :)

updated Jan 13 '09 by olius_brightwell