Poem: Childhood Memories

Childhood Memories
(Kyrielle Sonnet – 8 syllables)
by Bastet

Carlyle Lake

Childhood memories, summer days
Air soupy heavy with wet haze
To cool off, just a window fan
Playing in sunshine, getting all tan

Swimming in an iron flavored lake
Skin burned that day to a crisp bake
Restless nights tossing and turning
Dreams of deserts sandy, burning.

Flash storms and tornado warnings
Early risings, bright cool mornings
Making iced tea and red kool-aid
Potato salad, fresh, home-made!

Going fishing for trout with gran
Like a proper grown-up woman
Fireworks on the 4th of July
Lighting up brightly dark night sky.

Childhood memories, summer days
Visited from my Autumn years.

4 thoughts on “Poem: Childhood Memories

  1. You brought me back to childhood memories – mostly at the Jersey shore, but the lake we went to was cedar – not iron. When you swam in it, everything turned reddish brown. And I didn’t do a lot of fishing, but crabbing was what we did.

    We lived in the sun without any notion of skin cancer….

    Any poem that can evoke memory and/or emotion is a lovely poem 🙂

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    • Thanks dear…the poem were memories of different places and times. The iron-flavored lake was Hanover Lake near McGuire AFB in New Jersey…and the water was reddish brown there too. We played in the sun, without sun-screen and we also played in the clouds of DDT in the evenings when a sprayer truck came by at 7:30 to fight mosquitos. Ah…we in those days of our innocence!
      Poetry to me is getting feelings across somehow, trying to play a cord that provokes, with a few choice words, that something which is part of us all. 😉

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