Soft summer breeze in fluttering leaves,
Dappled shade under fruiting apple trees.
Grandpa's, creaky, rickety rocking chair
where rests his moth eaten Panama hat.
Memories full of mouth-watering fare.
Squeals of laughter riding the garden gate,
dip in, dip out of a water
sprinkler.
Fine innocence of a summers portrait.
Julian Clarke © Aug' 2017
Kerry's prompt, Uncomplicated things in ten lines or under at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads
Shall also link this to the Sunday Pantry at Poets United
This is a vision of summer, almost echoing my today!
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PS: Should month read moth? :o]
OOoer, thanks for pointing that out, Anna. Your comments are much appreciated.
Deletea perfect summer day - love all the details and grandpa's hat on the porch chair... etc.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margaret, I'm pleased you enjoyed my poem.
DeleteThese long gone days of innocence - I wish we had a sprinkler I could play in. Very nice uncomplicated vision of summer.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing the summer of your heart
ReplyDeleteSuch uplifting imagery in this post. Lovely.
ReplyDeletecharming memories...
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!!💘 You make me want to go back to simpler times. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteSome fine memories - I really enjoyed this poem
ReplyDeleteSimple pleasures have the richest taste: homemade lemonade, strawberries and cream - and apples :)
ReplyDeleteThe listing style works very well for this theme. How easily we forget the uncomplicated things which bring so much comfort and joy.
ReplyDeleteNostalgia always seems less complicated.
ReplyDeleteThese days I am enjoying nostalgic things, Julian. So your poem was most welcome. There was something about dipping into and out of the sprinklers and drinking homemade (not store-bought) lemonade. Lovely reminiscences, Julian!
ReplyDeleteI love the joy for all, from the kids to grandparents there is something in the summer for all.
ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely!
ReplyDeleteSee it, feel it, almost taste it. Raises nostalgia. So lovely.
ReplyDeleteUncomplicated things, are the simple things of life that often bring joy. I'd love a cold glass of lemonade on a summer day. It's so refreshing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a refreshing visit to simpler times! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt is lovely to contemplate such simple pleasures. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteA lovely canvas of words and images
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Julian
Much love...
You've captured childhood on a farm so well, Julian. I could feel the sunshine.
ReplyDeleteOh I feel like I am at this scene partaking of these moments of 'Fine innocence of a summers portrait.'....wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this, Julian. I wonder why people always depict 'Grandpa' as being somewhat dowdy and shabby and using old stuff? (I'm a grandpa, six times, great grandpa four times)
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Ah yes, the important things.
ReplyDeleteThe image of the garden gate, and the simple pleasure derived from making such a commonplace and functional object a plaything, epitomises the very best of childhood in an pre-digital age. Well done Julian.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Richard, for your for your encouraging comments.
DeleteI remember summer afternoons jumping over the sprinklers. This is lovely. Very Enid Blyton.
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you enjoyed it.
DeleteThose precious, carefree, uncomplicated moments are some of the best memories I have from which to draw strength. Beautiful
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