Impossible to resist,
the looking back,
thinking about change,
the passing of time,
merely a human tack.
Wondering about our lake,
a blessing in the dog days of summer,
those Midwest days from June to September,
when there was no A/C to crank up,
just a small fan. Remember?
Is it still a playground without toys,
loved by local girls and boys?
No matter one’s age
one can’t forget the days,
the excitement when we’d awaken,
the unfettered joys,
shared with friends
that time has taken.
Nothing too grand,
yet all of it magical,
our days and nights at our lake,
on our families’ shores,
the warmth of the sun,
the youthful camaraderie.
Even more appreciative now of
what was in our hearts.
Those summer nights
under the stars,
the sights and sounds,
the Northern Lights.
Still filled with crickets,
owls and fireflies?
Mothers calling?
Children whispering, telling lies?
Pretending we couldn’t hear them,
our mothers, all of them,
sitting, listening to the gentle waves
lapping at the shore,
just wishing we never had to leave our beach,
never, not ever,
not knowing then we just wanted
to stay young and happy, evermore.
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