Poetry On Wednesday-Nostalgia

 

Summer days at the river

Summer days at the river

Warmer weather has me thinking of summer. Summer, when I was a kid. A long time ago.

We were poor in funds, rich in family, and too young to know or care that some kids went away to summer camp.

We camped too, by the river or at Salton Sea (my least favorite place), sleeping on blankets inside or outside a tent—if there was one.

Tios, tias, primos/Uncles, aunts, cousins gathered together a few times during the sweltering summers in Pomona, California.

I don’t know if there is such a thing as a ‘memoir’ poem, but my nostalgia for the summer days of childhood brought these words:

 

Sounds of Summer

 

Salty air, scorching sand

burning toes,

scents of sulfur

linger over Salton Sea

 

Picnics on Cucamonga river

sage scented air

mesquite smoke

earthy campfire coffee

aromas cross-bred forever

 

Sprays of cool water,

float over inner tubes

sunburned skin,

cutoff shorts

trencitas

braids

 

Slippery river rock         

pollywogs tickling feet

water spiders causing shrieks

kids dash, splash, laugh

 

Watermelons wedged between rocks

sticky sweet juice drips over 

dusty smiling faces

don’t swallow the seeds

images of tiny melons planted in bellies

 

Corn silk floating beside

shucked leaves piled high

diced green chiles

juicy tomatoes

pungent onions

the click clack of knives against cutting boards

 

White hot glowing embers

full stomachs on cool nights

warm ponchos, cold beer

a seat in the circle of camping chairs

 

Stories among the songs of long ago

no s’mores, but

smiles of contentment while

campfire smoke drifts

into memory

 

flower seeds crack

salty lips, drowsy eyes

flashlight shadow puppets 

on tent covered walls

sounds of family 

sounds of summer

 

 

What do you remember of your childhood summers? 

 

 



Categories: Family, Family time, Inspiration, Latino Family Traditions, poetry, Poetry Month

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4 replies

  1. Love this poem. I too played in creeks and rivers as a child.

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  2. Although I was living very far from where you lived, your words and memories summon similar memories of summer days, also spent with my large extended family near the river or the ocean. Always camping. I think that you last lines evocate to the perfection the feelings of summer spent with family. Thank you. Merci.

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  3. It’s nice to hear that, across the world, people are making memories in a similar way.

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