Summer

lillian

banana popsicle me
sticky fingers and chin

hopscotch me
chalked up sidewalk
and banged up knees

fireflies me
off and on orbs
in my back yard

beach me
squiggly toes
in wet rippled sand

remembering
sweet days of youth.

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14 thoughts on “Summer”

  1. jillys2016's avatar jillys2016 July 12, 2017 / 10:22 am

    Sweetest picture! Love the action of your poem; banana popsicle me/beach me – you just described my childhood to a T; especially the skinned knees part! Charmed!!

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      • jillys2016's avatar jillys2016 July 12, 2017 / 12:06 pm

        Cottonwood tree me
        rising above the rooftops
        amid the summer snow
        riding the freshest winds

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      • lillian's avatar lillian July 12, 2017 / 12:51 pm

        LOVE!!!!

        Sent from my iPhone: Lill Hallberg

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  4. Adda's avatar Adda July 12, 2017 / 7:27 pm

    good childhood memories. šŸ™‚ probably a silly question, why end the first line of each stanza with “me”?

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    • lillian's avatar lillian July 12, 2017 / 7:34 pm

      Good question! Ending in “me”
      verbifies the noun. Popsicle is a noun — but popsicle me (beach me; hopscotch me) is now an action, a verb. Make sense?
      Calliope me round and round til the music lulls my brain….šŸ˜Š

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      • Adda's avatar Adda July 13, 2017 / 7:12 am

        Got it. Always a student me

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