1979

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
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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.

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About Aimee Stewart

Aimee’s artwork has been featured in Advanced Photoshop Magazine, ImagineFX, and others. Her work can be found internationally as a greeting cards through Tree Free Greetings, cross stitch patterns through HAED, and jigsaw puzzles by such companies as Buffalo Games, Mega Puzzles, and more! These are now available at Walmart, Fred Meyer, and more. Aimee is currently working on her first children’s book featuring whimsical animals, slated for release in 2012.

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vintage, childhood, bittersweet, memory, meloncholy, 1979

Comments

  • andygibb
    andygibbalmost 4 years ago

    great description and imagery

  • FlamingoGirl
    FlamingoGirlalmost 4 years ago

    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 manor
    catnip addict ...over 3 years ago

    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 -  David Everitt
    silverstrummer...about 3 years ago

    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
    Mark Ramsteadover 2 years ago

    I wrote about my stepfather and I think you could relate to the tale. I love your calendar.