Kathy

Remember...


those spring calves...

in the lily pads...

swimming...

mama moose...

all watchful...

recall...

the beaver dams...

and playful otter...

and the muskrat...

playing in the water...

go back to that...

sweet time when...

we were children...

in the garden...

remember...

the strawberry mountains...

to the south...

as sun would set...

upon them...

recall our funny...

white ducks...

when mom would call...

and they'd come running...

go back to...

the spring...

at the bottom of the hill...

and our black cat...

silky...

fishing...

remember...

there...

when dad...

and charlie fair...

would buzz the lake...

recall...

when mom and dad...

took us all...

to town..

and they'd fool near...

to crack of dawn...

and we'd play around...

the bar...

go back...

to those days...

when you and I...

would hike...

to the mail...

in hope...

of some small dream...

from that...

old Sears catalog...

remember...

how we climbed...

like little monkeys...

all the time...

to swing on those...

birch tree limbs...

recall...

how mom would yell...

double shit...

when she'd wring...

that old...

gas wash machine...

go back...

go back...

dear sister...

to those times...

when we were...

friends...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015