NOT ONE OF MY FINEST
The trees danced
with the mischievous winds
as the sun came out
from hiding.
Oh what a beauty to behold!
Out in the fields
in the scorching heat
birds took shelter,
singing from tree tops.
The women began to hum
a tune in unison
to make time go by faster.
Wiping away their brows
from time to time
squinting at the sun.
I remember a specific
memory back in time
when we were just kids
running through corn fields
playing hide and go seek.
Stealing corn cobs
to roast on the fire.
Years later it was the same
corn field where we shared
our first kiss and made love.
j.r.m©
Nice and not every poem can be our best but each is the best we could write at the time!
🙂
Not sure where you see this failing.
I love the rich embroidery of place that the kids zoom through thoughtlessly & that later begins to have transformational meaning for them.
🙂