Posts Tagged ‘summer’


One of my favourite and most enduring childhood memories is of the long summer holidays. They couldn’t come quick enough and seem to last forever. The summer of 1976 is one that sticks in my mind as it was also the first time I had experienced a heatwave. The skies had been crystal clear blue since May that year and we couldn’t wait to finish school and be free from the classroom and play out and enjoy ourselves. Every day was a special day that year as we played football, went down the valley and messed about on my mates, dads truck. We were happy and carefree and had no idea of what life had in store for us. It was all about living in the moment and enjoying every moment. On one particular day my brother had come home from the army and everyone lost track of time. It was at least 10pm if not later before my mum realised I was still out and called me in to go to bed. Other years whilst not as warm were as long and as happy. The innocence of youth providing a protective barrier for all of us from the pain that life can sometimes bring and providing us with day after day of pure childlike pleasure. They were happy times, good times and I’d go back to them in a flash to relive them over and over again before the storm clouds arrived and it was back to school and the reality of life.

changing seasons

Posted: September 24, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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trees losing leaves
animals gathering food
vegetation dying
weather getting colder
colours transforming
rivers flowing faster
sun getting lower
shorter days
longer nights
life goes to sleep
preparing for the
changing of the seasons


heather turns brown
leaves flutter into pools of
mud, created by tears of
despair, carried by cavernous
clouds, fleeing across
skies of doom

today as i sit
watching life migrate by
a season going comes
out to play one
last time, one last
day as life returns

nooks and crannies
warmed for one last
time, insects play
the last scene of
their lives before a
sun sets one last time


playing out on the street
on a summers day
sun high in the sky
games of tig, kerbie, hide and seek
no-one had a care or a worry
life was simple
till the pop man came round
alpine was our favourite
for a second the streets swarmed
with children running home
desperate to get the empty pop bottles
and get the 1p back on them
so they could get more pop
and another sugar rush
to get them through the afternoon


heather turns brown

leaves flutter

into pools of mud

 

tears of despair

carried by clouds of hope

flee across skies

 

of blue tinged with grey

as life migrates

a season passing by

 

plays out one last time

every nook and cranny

warmed by dying rays of light

 

insects play one final scene

before lives end

as the sun sets

 

on a barren landscape

that goes to sleep and

awaits the return of life