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Dandelion Dreams
by Brian Francis
Sometimes in silence
I remember corn-cob summer days
And pig roasts: smoke and fire
and the ever spinning carcass
Grass grown by a blazing summer sun
nurtured with sweating sky drops
Family - the laughing voices,
and comfortable rhythm and tones
Flag day or the 4th or just a family gathering
because there was love
Softball
where generations laughed
and fumbled to play a semi-sober game
Baked beans and salads galore, sodas, cousins, cars
Sometimes I wish I could live in my dreams
Forever laughing surrounded by love
Sometimes I think I can
04/06/2006 Posted on 04/06/2006
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/06/06 at 04:35 PM This brings back the best memories of summer- ones most of us have stored away in our memory. Very vivid and well written. Great job, good read! |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/10/06 at 06:49 PM what a great slice of life you have captured here...the sights sounds tastes, all sizzling on the palette of your poem...I look forward to reading more of your work...all the best, *jewels* |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/12/06 at 07:05 AM you certainly put the reader right there with you! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/16/07 at 04:57 AM Those were the days. Got any watermelon on ice?.....Charlie |
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