... he drove a volkswagen beetle ... green as the woods behind his house ... we ate with our fingers / fish from an iron skillet ... bare feet on cool wooden floors
Nice poem. I like it. I like the simplicity and the lightness of carefree memories from what was a pleasant past memory etched forever on the brain. Something tells me this was a thoroughly enjoyable time in your life. I love memories like that. It reminds me of a past lover who would cook breakfast naked. Well except when she was frying bacon then she would wear only an apron. Thanks for jogging my memory.
Thank you, Steven. It's the simplicity of sun lit days that remains etched in my memory ... and I still like to cook in an iron skillet. Thanks for a nice start to the morning.
I like this one!
ReplyDeleteVery nice and great shot!
Thanks, Margie!
DeleteYou have the coolest memories. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is among my favorites ... Thanks, Nancy.
DeleteNice poem. I like it. I like the simplicity and the lightness of carefree memories from what was a pleasant past memory etched forever on the brain. Something tells me this was a thoroughly enjoyable time in your life. I love memories like that. It reminds me of a past lover who would cook breakfast naked. Well except when she was frying bacon then she would wear only an apron. Thanks for jogging my memory.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Steven. It's the simplicity of sun lit days that remains etched in my memory ... and I still like to cook in an iron skillet. Thanks for a nice start to the morning.
DeleteNice memory from an easier time.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Terry.
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