Paddy's Poetry Corner ~ Summer Dream

I was a boy once, very much like the boy in this poem. I know a little boy who just might like this place, although it has changed much. We may have to take a trip, see if we can catch a glimpse of a shadow of that time. I have the stool in hand, let's groove.

Summer Dream

Whistling the theme song
from his favorite show,
the young boy pushes
his coon skin cap forward
to shade his eyes from the sun.

Cane pole slung over his shoulder,
bouncing in rhythm to his
shuffling feet, the boy kicks
up dust clouds from the
old, one lane road.

He turns at the rust stained
cement bridge, heading
toward the gurgling creek,
down the moss covered slope
into the shadow of the swamp.

He sits his tin can down,
careful not to spill the freshly
dug worms into the water,
and places his lunch bag
by his fishing rock.

With ease of long practice,
the boy hooks a worm
and cast his line out into
the creek, the baited hook
landing next to a fallen log.

The boy stops whistling,
takes a seat on his rock
and leans back on the bridge;
closing his eyes he smiles,
and dreams his summer away.

Comments

[Nicole]

Wow, Pat! This one definitely has some great imagery. I can picture the entire poem clearly in my mind. Nice work!