Buried treasure

I watched the river flow
Around my naked feet
I felt my toes get cold
While enjoying the summer heat

Soon a ripple from the past
Emerged before our eyes
In a rainbow of shining brilliance
Very much to our surprise

A kaleidoscope of color
Brought haphazardly to the fore
A millennial trove of treasure
Of creatures from before

We filled our meager coffers
With all that we could find
And returned then to the river
Leaving happy thoughts behind

Job

Now I feel the pressure
Of having words to write
Before it was a pleasure
With no other goal in sight

At least there is this outlet
Of fun and reverie
Where I can dream most freely
Expressing ideas that come to me

Being 6

I'm reliving all those days
When the world was a great, big
Playful maze

When we spent the summer
tripping through flower fields
Dancing & laughing with no protective shields

A sunlit world where laughter rang
Where fairies played and
Where pixies sang

Week's end

Here we are we've reached the end of another week
The next two days will be our time to rest and seek
All those delights we've held at bay
Since during the week, we've no time to play


Happy Friday! :)

PSB Olympia

We left Suburbia to Go West
Hearts & limbs put to the test
We were given One More Chance
To partake in a Domino Dance
This west-end girl knows the score
It's a Sin to to close the door
Music is Always on My Mind
As within its depths, happiness is what I find.

High July

A hot and muggy summer's day
No bugs or bees are out to play
Only silly little tykes
On roller blades and shiny bikes
Helmets protecting smallish heads
Muscles working their way into beds
Where lambs will toss and turn and turn
To escape the blanket of Gaia's burn

FIVE

Sitting in a little pool
No more books, no more school!
Life is good when you're five
No better time to feel alive
New experiences around every bend
New discoveries never seem to end
Enjoy it all now, my little star
Later on these days will seem far

In anticipation

Watching the change as the seasons turn
I slowly but surely start to yearn
For a carefree stretch of sizzling sand
Warmed whipped winds and an island band

To escape for a bit this reality
And slip from our rigid formality
Into something much freer and less constrained
Which will bolster the soul and refresh the brain

To wile away the long, sunlit hours
And smell the fresh-cut garden flowers
To walk without coat, hat, mitts or shoes
And soak in the medley of lazy, hazy blues

Ah, summer you come but once a year
But to you every June I raise my beer!


Just four weeks and counting!!!