09 Aug 2018 14 Comments
in Poems Tags: #writephoto, Carefree memories, childhood, Sue Vincent, summer, Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge
This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.
Summer.
Days when we were young
Stretching out forever full of fun.
Days of freedom days of sun
Days before life became undone.
Summer fields green and white
Blue skies with feathered clouds
Sounds of voices, happy, loud
Summer days before we grew
To see summer with eyes no longer new.💜
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Aug 09, 2018 @ 11:45:03
Beautiful poem Willow! xx
Aug 09, 2018 @ 12:24:59
Thank you Jordan 💜 I published before it was ready. It’s all done now💜
Aug 09, 2018 @ 12:03:18
Beautiful sis 💜
Aug 09, 2018 @ 12:16:10
Thank you Sis, I had not meant to publish as I had to dash out to visit a friend. It’s all polished up now. Glad you liked it 💜💜💜
Aug 09, 2018 @ 17:59:37
Lovely poem, Willow, though I think all summer’s can be seen with new eyes.
Aug 09, 2018 @ 18:00:21
Yes I think that is true of the start of each season 💜
Aug 09, 2018 @ 18:05:54
❤
Aug 09, 2018 @ 20:26:17
I can’t say the summers of my youth were that happy but it’s a lovely poem. Great photo as well.
Aug 10, 2018 @ 12:23:17
Does summer exist to remind us?
Well done!
Aug 10, 2018 @ 12:44:39
I like that thought… Perhaps it does 💜💜
Aug 10, 2018 @ 12:27:13
A lovely summery poem, Willow. Our trees are just starting to come into blossom.
Aug 10, 2018 @ 12:43:50
We have had a very hot summer so far 💜