Once

To be young and run in the summer

Once, there was time when we ran though yards

Chasing the last light of a fading summer's day.

Heedless of where we were.

Filling glass jars with lighting bugs, on the quiet streets we played.

Playing flashlight tag and angel devil, rope ever spinning.

Cowboys and Indians, just like John Wayne

Once there was time to be a child, when war was just a game.

When hide and seek and next doors grapes began to ripen.

When all of us were one, and games were just an excuse

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Yes Robin, good memories of a wonderful time :)

Thank you

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you so much for all your reviews Poppy...fireflies always remind me of those times :)

[Robin]

memories to hold on to and share . brought back some of my own .

[PoppySilver]

Nostalgically warming love...each piece of work is so well thought out...xx

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Sam, I sure do miss them, but glad i got those memories.

[Samuel Dickens]

I think it's just fine to remember those times, and even write about them---I sure do.

[Michael of Gilead]

Maybe B, but i think i did that on purpose, to show there was "time" to do these things....it's old and so am i...so i'm not sure...lol

[Brad]

oh, youth, how i miss you...nice farkin job, mook, very freakin nice...um, you might want to add an "a" between "was" and "time", bro on the first line...