Pool days, Daze of youth.
To tell the truth I miss that time.
I felt fine; felt alive, running with good friends,
relaxing on the shore late nights by the lake.
Memories take me back. It was summer.

Bare feet or flip-flops, we were non-stop,
under blue skies. We had our fun
where the green grass was emerald,
and the sweet tea was refreshing.
Life was hot! It was summer.

Star gazing as moonflakes shimmer
on the rippling surge of Erie’s offering.
Near the bonfires of passing time,
feeling as if I’m on permanent vacation.
This was my station. It was summer.

Neighbor kids had lemonade stands,
red solo cups filled with sunshine
elixir, a mixture of tart and sweet.
A nice retreat from the heat in the shade,
this day was made for it. It was summer.

Late lightning and thunderstorms,
fireworks of nature’s provision,
star-crossed hearts start each evening
with the hope of true love to coming to call.
All was all right at night! It was summer.

Backyard barbeques, sweet peaches
and watermelon. People sellin’ their stuff
as yard sales pop up along the street.
Mr. Frosty’s ring jingle made you tingle
for ice cream. A young man’s dream. It was summer.

Pool days, daze of youth.
To tell the truth I miss those times,
I felt fine. Mom and Dad were still alive.
Life was perfect despite our flaws,
all for the cause of family. It was summer.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016


Added words: Lake, moonflakes, heat, shade


Written to Poetic Bloomings “An Entertaining Summer” – Day 22: WORDS, WORDS, SUMMER WORDS

Offered at dVerse Poets Pub – OLN #176



A month from Summer’s first days,
and it plays on my sensibilities
(or stirs my senility into a thought
profound that will confound if I let it).
But May flowers are in need
of what ominous skies offer.
More temperate that I’m used to,
but I choose to suck it up in lieu
of stuff that makes our winters legend
It begins to rain, loping drops
that stop on occasion to allow you to raise
an eye to the sky in praise of lovely Spring days.



Jacket zipped and collar drawn,
I walk the trail of hidden dreams
all through the night until the dawn.

Nature’s chess game with me as pawn,
a victim of its plans and schemes,
jacket zipped and collar drawn.

The warmth of August will soon be gone,
as September winds are gaining steam.
All through the night until the dawn,

the frosty footprints on the lawn
are not as frightening as it seems.
Jacket zipped and collar drawn,

my solitude goes on and on.
The fire in my heart forever teems
all through the night until the dawn.

Morning approaches, a quiet predawn
and you have invaded all my dreams.
Jacket zipped and collar drawn,
all through the night until the dawn.


Clouds glower, overcast
and amassed along the horizon.
From Toledo to Buffalo
across the lake gathering fuel.
The winds are stiff and cool
blowing the leaves from the branches
prematurely, enhancing the beauty and effect.
I suspect the rain to fall any moment,
leaving me up a creek without an umbrella.
This fella isn’t waterproof, but enjoys
a good downpour now and again.
There’s a storm front rapidly approaching
and it is encroaching on this late summer’s day.