a Georgia summer

05/2012

Tripping over rows in the cotton fields, 

we ran from what everyone thought.

Our sweet teas splashing out with 

every step until we reached the huge

live oak that grew its branches out

like a green web, hiding us from the 

workers and the passersby.

The heat did nothing to subdue our

passion as we clung to each other

like it was the last time.

Maybe if we would have known that

it was the last time we would have

stayed beneath that old tree. We

probably wouldn't have ran away

from the Georgia summer rain.

Perhaps we would have embraced 

it and I could have remained in the

solace of your arms a little longer.

Reviews

[Jazique]

Started out so lovely then got so sad but, thats the case for some love. You begin to let something beautiful grow against the odds and before you know it the odds catch up to you . Making you think you should have held on a little tighter. Anyways well done, the words just seem to flow as you expressed the moment through description but, never directly saying what i was.

[Muse]

This filled my head and heart with pretty thoughts. Summer love, puppy love...whatever you want to call it. Your poem made me smile. :)))

I loved this so deeply... as I made a likewise picture, you have on facebook tagged right now, what a wonderful words here. Pure bliss to follow, and feel so serene, within...

E.L.

[Mary C]

Aw! such a beautiful poem

[Coyote Poetry]

"We
probably wouldn't have ran away
from the Georgia summer rain."
I like the place you took me in this poem. I was station at Fort Steward, Georgia for three years. Georgia is a beautiful place. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[SUGATA M]

Your creation brought me to my childhood, but mine was not an old oak, but an old banyan. Superb job Joshua

[Lily Mae]

If only we had that crystal ball that told us...to savor the moment just a little longer.. after reading this Josh... I'd stay under that tree until the grass grew around me or someone kicked me out :) I feel as though I stepped into a dream..xo

[Kenneth The Poet]

Love this much.

[The White Wolf]

Hindsight is where the greatest lessons are learned. I love the progression, the way this reads like a sort of monologue, the way I search for meaning in the words. It is meaningful and I like that.

[Empirik]

This is wonderful! I loved the progression of feelings and thoughts when given a glimpse of the future within. Good! :)