Gone Too Soon

Oh glorious the grass to green from brown;

winter's grip waning upon warmer days.

The Earth's proclamation of summer now found;

I anxiously wait the sun's welcome rays.

Thoughts awake from childhood of days gone by;

the smell of river rocks and camp's spongy forest.

Hunt for crawdads at water's edge letting out a cry;

stories by campfires, frog and cricket chorus.

I pity those who have no sense of these;

bathing suits and bare feet happily splashing.

Thrill of ropes and old tires tied to trees;

not a care that time was short and flashing.

Memories are a gift we give ourselves.

To waken feelings from mind's dusty shelves.