I miss honeysuckle and wild berry bushes,
Carefully climbing trees in the front yard,
Pulling wild spring onions from the ground,
Picking shed cicada skins off rough bark,
Squishing yellow bugs, barefoot in the garden,
Floating in the river beyond the field,
Laying on the roof staring up at the stars,
Building tree houses and backyard forts,
Wicked dance battles and Guitar Hero,
Late night bonfires and county carnivals,
Watching cows migrate in distant fields,
The sweet smell of fresh morning dew,
And catching fireflies in the summer afterglow.
Vivid writing that paints a pretty picture. Reminiscing of our past and indulging in all the simple things in life which so often means the most. A lovely read.
