A memory lingers somewhere warm
A time tucked away, but still close at hand
If I pause and breathe the scent of cut lawn
I’m back there again in my summer land
.
It’s not a pertinent point in my past
A definitive memory held dear
But a dream-like recollection that lasts
Of playing till dusk beneath skies so clear
.
In truth, these skies were smeared with cloud
Pale grass trodden into bog-like clay
Not a magic haven where birds sang loud
But childhood summers form one perfect day
.
I cling to this now as I get older
And my summer days grow short
And colder
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Matthew Batham
My stories have been published in numerous magazines and on websites in both the UK and the US. My novels and short story collection, Terrifying Tales to Read on a Dark Night, are available on Amazon. I also love horror movies.
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Reading this brought back some lovely memories of my own childhood, thankyou for sharing, what a lovely poem xx