Plucked me an apple
Firm and red,
Forked up some hay
To store in the shed.
Climbed an old oak tree
Surveyed the land,
Scratched a mosquito bite
On skin smooth and tanned.
Hitched up the pony
To a little red cart,
Hied to the meadow
Where I left my heart.
Played chase in the rows
Of slender bean stalks,
Slipped out in the dark
For a sweet summer walk.
One brilliant summer day
From my innocent past
Lingers forever
In my memory vast.
One summer, maybe when I was eight or nine, I took a trip to California, Missouri, with my paternal grandparents. I remember very little of the trip except one magical day spent in the company of a distant cousin whose name I cannot remember.
Even as I near the great age of 60 this day stands out as one of the best of my life. I hope this simple poem conveys a little of the wonderous experience.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
It does sound like a wonderful day. I loved the entire poem except line 11. (I hate mosquito bites!) š
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Same here. Better than bedbugs, though!
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True. š
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Most lovely…plainly I was compelled to ‘tweet’ Leslie.
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Thank you!!
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It does, Leslie
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Wondrous is a perfect word for this poem. Some people only remember embarrassing or tragic moments of their pasts; you are quite fortunate to remember this delightful childhood day.
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Thank you! I have tons of the other kind of memories, too. Those seem to pop up when I’m trying to fall asleep.
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Such a delightful day, and such a sweet poem.
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Thank you!
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