Summer, When I was a Lad

Summer, When I was a Lad
Summer, When I was a Lad

The bush, my wonderland,
filled with creatures and worlds
to explore, creeks and tadpoles, lizards and snakes
all abide this dense green and brown paradise,
woven into the imagination of the young,
adventure, pursuit, the risk of body and limb,
in this sanctuary of youth,
the playground of my growing.

Such fascination for life, each lizard and cicada
an eye-glass view of questioning,
and never a sense of fear,
climbing bare rocks into caves and more,
when each day delivered its unexpected artistry,
and eyes-wide we accepted each ride with ardor,
as summer drew its painted skies,
clouds long and windswept.

Lunch was a quick detour home,
cut sandwiches and glass of icy milk,
then in a dash for the door back to adventure,
mates together discovering, empowering the perfect life,
as wars erupted, so much blood and many fell
to our crack-shot skills, wooden rifles and pine-cone grenades
too much for the retreating foe,
and then to the creek to rest and reload.

As the light trickled down through the treetops,
sprinkling gold dust on a babbling creek,
the serenity invited and induced sleep;
on those sandy banks tucked away in a bushy nook,
we rested, wordless, staring into the rustling trees,
heart filled with joy, the simplicity of being,
and as eyes closed for a quick nap,
the cicada drone and bell bird song collapsed
into a numbing silence.

Time as it appears so often, seemed lost,
and as the sun fell down the other side of day, we woke,
and bleary eyed realized the fall of day,
as the trek back home a silent laborious task,
knowing the penalty for lateness,
by sundown our holiday pass,
and at the edge of the bush, the beginning of suburban sprawl,
we bade farewell, til tomorrow,
when our wonderland would call us back
into its welcoming fold.

Summer, when I was a lad.

Tony DeLorger © 2018

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “Summer, When I was a Lad

  • August 8, 2018 at 9:11 PM
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    What a colorful and adventurous description of your playful frolic with friends as a lad. The images are stark, the imagination vast. To dream and act out as we played was so much fun. Unlike you Tony, my playful days were spent in the alleyways, rooftops, under cars, backs of moving trams, stockyards and city streets. Mine was in the concrete jungle, yet we too played imaginary games and had so much fun doing it. As lads, it seems no matter where we may be from, we can all find our own fantasies. I loved your brilliant descriptive pen, I felt there among you, running about and playing, throwing acorn bombs and shooting wooden rifles, chasing and running about. Sounds like so much fun. Cheers

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  • August 8, 2018 at 10:07 PM
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    Glad you related and enjoyed, yes we all have different experiences but as kids we all had active imaginations and the wonder of life is so rewarding in that state. Glad you enjoyed a snippet from my younger years. Cheers Vincent.

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  • August 8, 2018 at 11:58 PM
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    Oh! how I clearly remember childhood days of adventures when I followed my brothers through the woods and swamp. Such glorious days they were and yours sound just as glorious and memorable. Beautifully portrayed and so enjoyable a read. Well done, Tony.

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  • August 9, 2018 at 12:03 AM
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    Glad you enjoyed Phyllis, and lovely to have you back posting. Hope you’re well and gaining strength after your ordeal. Childhood memories are wonderful to recall and reflect on, and sharing is a joy. Take care.

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