1979
An autobiographical poem I wrote a few years ago… and figured I would share it here. There is a matching image in my gallery to this also, called 1979 if you wish to check it out.
Summertime, and we’re all in the yard…
With fresh mowed grass and soda…
Eyes closed and smiling
In chlorine and sunshine…
As brother and sister
We weren’t thinking of them
Only thinking of us
Olly Olly Oxen Free
Over rooftops and trees
You can’t catch me…
And if you ask me
What life was like then
Well I would tell you
Through eight year old eyes
Sleeping beneath the stars
We were happy….
We were happy….
Night time, and we’re up in our rooms
Playing 45’s and laughing…
We didn’t ask where
They went after dark…
We weren’t thinking of them
Only thinking of us
And we kept laughing…
We were happy…
And somewhere
In that two story house
Where mom clenched her hands
And dad left for hours…
We had Monopoly and ice cream
homework and dreaming
We weren’t living for them
Only living for us…
And if you ask me
What life was like then
Well I would tell you
Through eight year old eyes
Sleeping beneath the stars
We were happy….
By: Aimee Stewart aka Foxfires
© Aimee Stewart – Foxfires 2008
No unauthorized use allowed
andygibb
great description and imagery
FlamingoGirl
Thanks for sharing your writing! I just wish you’d share more :). You have amazing descriptive powers. Your writing touches my heart and brings up memories of my own childhood.
catnip addict ...
this poem brings memories of childhood and how safe and simple things were back then. remember those little red wagons and how u always wanted to be the one getting pushed?
silverstrummer...
What great writing this is and how lovely to pick th eage of 8 that must be where nearly every child has these sort of thoughts! – David :>))
Mark Ramstead 3 days ago
I wrote about my stepfather and I think you could relate to the tale. I love your calendar.