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©