If you have a memory in your brain that keeps returning
Something clear and distinct and leaves you yearning
It brings a smile you feel on your face and inside
Please close your eyes and bring it out. It’s ok not to hide
A Recuring memory of a simple day and time
I play it over and over. Some days in my mind
On a summer day, the grass is green, the sky cornflower blue
Dust kicks up behind me as I run barefoot without my shoes
Down the path past the green apple orchard, I see Mr. Pott’s old shutters
I pass by his house. He looks up and smiles, hands tucked in suspenders
My sisters and little brothers are by my side
we begin to race
Stopping for a moment, we all fall, and in the sand, we trace
Names and faces and with sticks and rocks,
None of us worried about the ticking of a clock
The sweat trickles down the sides of our faces
Up and running again, we begin new races
Then we see the rays bouncing off like a mirror
The ice-cold spring is small and somewhat narrow
As we take turns jumping in off the natural dock
squeals of delight as we all jumped off the rock
A bright summer day when life was simple and carefree
Colors, sweet smells, and playing, sisters, brothers, and me
My day will be better because I brought you out
To chase away the blues and live without doubt
A lazy day in June in nineteen sixty-four
Today I remember it clear as glass.
I’ll think of it some more
