The fat ripe berries that my stained fingers
with the most glorious shades of summer seemed to
fill my young body and soul
with the sweetest gifts ever given.
Fireflies caught on those warm summer evenings,
were kept, just for a while, in old mason jars. And oh, the feel
of the thick grass cool on hot bare feet while
frogs and crickets called out their songs of raucous melodies.
And I remember the rope tied between two sturdy trees
with a worn sheet draped over. A makeshift tent with each end open
to the gentle summer breeze. And I stretched out on the soft earth
while the moon and the stars danced for me all night.
Such are the joys of simple things.
Such are the memories of perfection.
~ by LJ Slattery