The water hose hissed and, for a moment,
The faint scent of sunbaked rubber
Filled the humid air.
Water tickled small, laughing bodies
Running barefoot through lush grass
Peppered with dried needle leaves.
They take refuge behind a rundown car
With cracked windows that resembled
A spiderweb glistening in the sun.
Prompt: Poetics: Sometimes August isn’t recognized by Sanaa Rizvi (from A Dash of Sunny) on d’Verse ~ Poets Pub. Join in on the fun by posting your response to the prompt via Mr. Linky.
18 Replies to “My August Childhood”
You captured that waterhose scene with small laughing so well. Love your August happy remembrance.
Thank you, Grace! This was my siblings and I favorite past time on a hot summer day.
A very beautiful, descriptive poem. I got lost in the images used.
Thank you :]
What a great depiction – I loved the detailing – the pine needles, the car window.
You pick out such telling details. This is another childhood scene unlike my own, but it feels as though it ought to have been.
Thanks! Watching two children playing reminded me of my own childhood and I couldn’t help but to write about it.
This is incredibly touching! I can picture the “laughing bodies running barefoot through lush grass.” Lovely detailing throughout the poem 🙂 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💖💖💖
Thanks for reading and no problem :]
What vivid imagery!
Thank you 😊
You sre welcome.
you capture the innocence of childhood summers beautifully
Thanks! Carefree childhood summers are the best :]
Such playfulness and joy in your words Desiree!
Thank you 😊