honeysuckle eves and summer memories

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staybellmined
Junior Member

since 2001-07-29

Posts 21
insanity, usa (killeen,tx)

0 posted 2002-08-26 06:29 PM

I remember the times of honeysuckle eves and summer memories
where life was so much more complex and yet simpler
as the sun was the only limiting factor in my day
and my brothers the one true constant
with my mother shouting out from the backporch sliding door
a signal that it was time for a supper of pasta and bread
and time to wash away the dirt that covered my hands
I remember how I'd jump away from the plastic soldiers I played with
swearing over and over again to return after dinner
to play war for just a little longer in the dirt pit my dad had made
yet for all those promises that I made I can't recall keeping one
and it's funny how your life sometimes never seems to change
how the main idea always stays the same but only the tiny details change
I play soldier on a daily basis now, with guns and tanks and camoflage
crazy sergeants, dumb commanders and leaders hiding in unlikely places
the only real difference is now when a soldier dies, it's real
I remember wrestling with my brothers in the backyard
laughing as the summer sun pulls away our strength
trying to remember how those things ever got started
I remember the wars we fought with the neighborhood kids
throwing rocks and swinging bats trying so hard to protect our territory of play
never hurting anyone of course, cause it just wasn't cool
but always trying to be smarter than the other kids
and play with the most toys
creating toys out of sticks and anything else
playing with our mind more than our parents money
I'm sure we were an odd bunch of kids growning up
pretending to be pirates and soldiers and other daredevil people
trying to live life to it's fullest with only our imagination to guide us
all the while thinking of how fun it would be if only it were real
how much I'd enjoy being free to roam through wild forests and steamy jungles
to travel cross burning deserts and frozen mountain passes
oh how it would be exotic to say the least
yet even in this future, the past was so much better
and the past was so much sweeter
honeysuckles and summer fantasies played out inside my mind
like a sweetend glass of lemonaide like no tongue could ever find
I remember all those daydreams and smiles and even tears
I remember how those seemed like now was a hundred million years
and the memories will never be clearer

people see the person you pretend to be most often, and take the rest of you for granted.

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

1 posted 2002-08-26 06:51 PM

what a fascinating piece...weaving in nostalgia and disillusionment...the line about "only now, when a soldier dies, it's real"

powerful...there were many other lines equal to the power of this, but this one was most easily remembered, for me

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

2 posted 2002-09-06 09:40 AM

many great lines here in this piece

Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

3 posted 2002-09-06 03:57 PM

Hi! I love nostalgic pieces such as this. You have bared and shared so much, that your readers can't help but learn more about you, the person----and they'll like what they discover---I know I do!

Linda

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