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Lemonade Afternoon
It was a lemonade sort of Sunday afternoon. One in which the sun shine, if it had a voice, would sound shrill as it ran rampant through the thick canopy of soft green leaves that helped hide any breeze trying to stroll across the boards of the porch.
The old Royal Crown Cola thermometer with its faded red diamond and rust edged sides that dad nailed to the porch post years ago showed a sweat birthing ninety-eight degrees.
On days like this mama always said the same thing, “Poppy, that thermometer is laughing at us.” To which dad replied,
“Yup, that’s the only thing doing its work today.”
Then they’d chuckle as they sipped from their glasses.
We kids didn’t mind the hot days so much because we could run off to the spring fed pond. But not today. It was a lemonade sort of day and mama made the sweetest, coolest, pulp filled lemonade in the whole county.
This reminded me of my
This reminded me of my grandparents residence just north of a small village. Though they would be considered "working poor," they owned a piece of property that had a wide yard, with a creek running through it, and then, westward, became a wildflower meadow which extended far back to a walnut woods, which they did not own. I spent many pleasant hours there, although in my adolescence I did not visit near as much as I should have; for which I am assailed by the gutwrenching regrets. The great British actor, Peter Cushing, a devout but nonsectarian Christian, believed that Heaven would be, for each person there, like the place he or she liked the best. For me, in my old age, that would be my grandparents place. (Because, during my first few years, we always had Thanksgiving dinner together with them, there, I came to believe that, although it was in Ohio, the Pilgrims had come through there after leaving the Mayflower, lol.) Anyhow, your poem revived these thoughts for me in a most poignant way, and that is one of the highest compliments I can offer.
Starward
Thanks
First of all I want say thanks for taking the time to read my work. It is greatly appreciated. I am glad this piece gave you reason to think of a pleasant time in your life. This piece was inspired by the thermometer I saw at a flea market. I imagined it nailed to a porch column and developed that image into what is written here. You are welcome to return and read other pieces and I shall visit yours. Take care and most of all "Write On!"
Thank you.
Thank you.
Starward
So many feeling memories come
So many feeling memories come through with this one. Shrill sunshine in a lemonade afternoon...this is the kind of writing that makes you look at the world differently. Great write!
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Thank you so much
I say if you don't know that kind of place first hand then you ain't lived. Thanks for the visit. Sorry for the delay in thanking you. I have not been here in a while.
A refreshing
Summer poem
yes! Lemonade stands
and swimming!
enjoyed
thank uou,
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Thank you for the visit. Do
Thank you for the visit. Do stop by again.
I do
stop on purpose and, Lord willing, shall again. Talent is talent, gotta read it. it's free ,yet. I suggest you get your writes together for a book. I'll buy one.
But, if you are a writer who loves to write, but likes quick gratification like I do,then I'll be seeing you right here. I'm lazy, I've never finished my book. I like to play music, paint, maintain, other things and time goes by fast. My book isn't likely to ever get published. If you have done a book or will do a book email me. cherylkoomoa@gmail.com.
im serious. I'll buy one.
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Writing
is such a pleasurable thing to do. Hang onto it. I'm picky and I love to visit your page. There are not very many here that I like to read. I'm picky.
BTW email me if you might like to post your writings at another site where I moderate . It's at Pendrifts.com. It's a great site of interactive writers who write well,but also support and comment for each other. I asked some from here,and some from another site as well. They all thought, noooo, but then came and got hooked and love it there. It's got a poetry "family" feel to it. I like feedback and wasn't getting much here. Therefore I joined my old friend's site at PD.com and love it. I began some writing challenges there that are for everyone,but many just like to post at leisure and not do the contest thing. I support it all.
Come visit at any rate. See what you think. It may not be for you, Michael,but you never know....
aloha, my friend!
Cheryl
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Thanks
Thanks so much for the visit and the invitation. Also thanks for the compliments in saying my writing should be collected in a volume for a book and that you would buy one. I would very much enjoy an exchange of emails. Except for this site there is no where that i am posting these days nor anyone with whom I am communicating about writing.
Michael
email is cherylkoomoa@gmail.com. It's seen at Pendrifts, because I humbly offered to help Rick by moderating it. It grew because I do the inviting to writers that are good. I want you there, if you'd enjoy being there with us. What's to lose?
Anyway I'll be hearing from you and vice versa.
Yes, a collection of works to publish, but you can't post what you'll want to sell. Secrets are worth waiting for, your writing is worth it.
live been writing a very long time . you are far better than me at writing.
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words