Rhythmic Stories October 26, 2022

Fresh Air

On cool autumn evenings
My mama would always bring

A chair or two outside
To watch her brood playing

We mostly ran down country roads
Stopping briefly and playing with toads

We would play outside after dark
Until the opossums made the dogs bark

You could hear the voices in the night air
No one seemed anxious or had cares

I’m sure my mother had a clock
But for us, there was no tick tok

The crickets were barely ever heard
Fourteen children with so many words

Filled the air in our small countryside
I revisit these moments and ride

Finding comfort and soothing to my soul
Such sweet memories I bring out to hold

You may also like...

Mar
19
2022
0

Life is a Whisper

Life is a whisper at bestA cry in the wind, then a rest generations passing and fly bydays of laughter, intermingled with cries making footpaths for others to followbut the imprints get lost thru the hollows words whispered in the...

Natural night light

Someone left the night light onIt’s bright outside, but there’s no sun I don’t find them scary or creepyI’ve had a hard day, and I’m sleepy Maybe he’s just saying helloI’ll say goodnight, and then he’ll go Then again, he’s...

Best Day Ever

I was sitting in the golf cart with Noah one afternoon, and we were watching Papa and Noah’s dad golfing. Out of the blue, Noah looked over at an area behind the course where he, Katy, and James disappeared to...

A Photograph

Days roll byno times for hi’s youth is blindingno wrinkles binding no limits on daysjust hours we play youth on our sidedoors open wide running carefreeso much to see laughter and tearspassing of years as it winds downwishes not found...

 - 
Arabic
 - 
ar
Bengali
 - 
bn
German
 - 
de
English
 - 
en
French
 - 
fr
Hindi
 - 
hi
Indonesian
 - 
id
Portuguese
 - 
pt
Russian
 - 
ru
Spanish
 - 
es
Share on Social Media