(as i didn't get around to sharing flickr lovelies on monday, i thought that i would instead use them for today's inspiration on a thursday!)
while sorting through some paperwork, i stumbled across a stack of old poetry, written during my high school days... many for classes, others scribbled out on notebook paper in a rush of thought
how nice to explore memories captured in written word... recalled moments of time, which may never have been otherwise pulled from the recesses of my memory
one piece captured moments from my early childhood...
the pleasant memories, shared with my sister, which pulled me through those days... the pieces i chose to hold on to and peruse, while others were better scattered away through time
" the soft cool touch of the peach carried us down juanita;
victory was the sweetest taste of all
stealing behind the comfort of heavy bush,
we slithered by the gates threatening grip.
we then would make a break for the safety of the yard.
hyper barks nipped at my feet
the morning sun turned my attention across the street;
there our neighbor stood with a warm smile shining back.
'hello, mrs. biancha.' with a cold stare, she hissed her name was bianchee.
'goodbye, mrs. bianchee.' she pleasantly informed me it was biancha
the laughter of summer freedom, carried in the warm santa ana's,
drifted with the barbecue aroma into our backyard.
it gave me a gentle nudge into our pool,
and the jumping contest we played in the warm sun
and there was cowboy, sneaking into the competition;
pretending a faint in the heat of the afternoon.
or maybe it was a slip on the wet, warm concrete,
and he 'accidentally' fell in to the cool water
i climbed out of the pool, and into our grapevines;
there the towering, green bike stood.
i would sit on the banana seat and dream adventures
of first bike rides, and scraped up knees that came along for the ride
i would feel tall and old,
just like the willow trees
that held so many of our games,
over-dramatic scenes, and boxing glories
the breeze often whipped through those trees, and swayed the swing
where i drifted into the calmness of the summer night."
(click on the links below each picture to visit the flickr captures, along with more work from each inspiring photographer)
my sis and i
