Last Magic Summer

Last Magic Summer

The giant Elm's branches laden with silvery leaves. Some so heavy they
gently touched the ground with their burden. Providing us with a
perfect hideaway just big enough for two. How many beautiful summer
days we spent there, hidden from view; sprawled on your soft blue
blanket, enjoying the shade, compliments of our friend.

Soft breezes playing music as they rustled through branches thick with
foliage. We'd lay there for hours locked in each others arms, taking
in all the sounds around us. Singing birds, buzzing insects, the
distant laughter of playing children....once in awhile a croaking
frog, which would always make me giggle. You would kiss my forehead,
smiling, pulling me closer, pressing my ear to your chest. The beating
of your heart became my music that last summer day, before we moved on
from our carefree childhood. Sometimes I think it was a dream or a
novel read in previous years.

Two years after your death I visited our hideaway. The beautiful Elm
still stands, just no longer in the field of wild flowers and weeds.
It now shades someone's home. Children play among the branches, where
we once spent so much time. I had to go under those branches one more time just to see. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the heart with our
initials still remained, where you lovingly carved them so long ago,
on our last magic day of summer.

Written by: Cynthia Graver
August 13, 2009

Written for a team contest
Thanks Sylvia