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Primavera

by David R Spellman

the children’s voices rang clear
through the still barren trees;
the first warmth of spring
had driven us all outdoors
 
we had barbecued wings
and steak upon the grill;
frosted drinks that left
sweet memories of days
to come again – promises 
of summers that lay behind
 
horseshoes clanged against the post,
occasionally one would land
and "Ringer" shouts of glee
rumbled out of practice from
long hard winter grounds
softened by recent rains
 
the forsythia’s golden bloom,
still bright in the twilight fade
that I watched from behind
an old, weathered oak
its massive trunk providing
cover from the search 
of much younger eyes,
their laughter bloomed
drawing closer to this spot
I had chose to hide, now
greeted by those innocent smiles
so happy to be found. 
 

04/17/2005

Posted on 04/18/2005
Copyright © 2022 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 04/18/05 at 08:31 PM

A really fun piece David ... brings back great memories of summers past.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/21/05 at 02:00 AM

WOW David. Magical mystical poetry (Led Zeppelin like) that will no doubt last to be savoured and still related to for centuries to come.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/21/05 at 06:20 PM

Ah-h-h the wonders of yesteryears. Your poem brought back fond memories. Well done Dave...Charlie

Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 08/30/06 at 03:26 AM

Left me tasting barbeque sauce. Lovely piece, sir.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/12/07 at 06:59 PM

Congratulations on poem of the day Dave....Charlie

Posted by JD Clay on 04/13/07 at 02:59 AM

This is the ultimate goal of hiding from your friends. A new discovery. Top Honors, Dave!

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 04/13/07 at 03:22 AM

I smelled the steak, saw the weathered oak, ran among the others and felt myself as a child again. Wonderful pick for POTD, Dave. :)

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/13/07 at 04:08 AM

Excellent choice for POTD! I remember the horseshoes when I was younger. But the whole scene brought back memories.
~Chelle~

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