A Walk by the Lake

Remember the playful days of youth when the sun
shone down on green fields.
When you’d run so fast
that the wind would blow in your hair.

The joy of rolling down a grassy hill
or skipping a stone across the creek.
The quest for a four-leaf clover in a field of blue grass.

The freedom of not knowing the price
of the snow cones and pink popcorn
that mother bought from the snack shack.

That snack shack, right there.
Right there behind that decaying wall,
on that concrete slab behind the chain link fence

Wonder when they tore it out?
The new boathouse is looking old
on this cloudy morning.

The sign says we can’t feed the ducks.
Mother use to bring a bag of bread crusts.
Remember how fast they’d gather at the promise of that bag?

Guess the sun won’t be joining us this morning.
Yes, we should go back, before bodies fail
and hearts move too far into the past.

Till next week,
Andrew

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I work in the high tech world doing software release engineering Then I got prostate cancer Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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39 Responses to A Walk by the Lake

  1. huckfinn47 says:

    You have some very nice imagery in this, Andrew. Well done!

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  2. Beautiful but sad.
    And no cats.

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  3. Hope says:

    Amazing — descriptive, brings back memories of my own childhood.

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  4. Such sweet memories. Thank you.

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  5. Awesome takes you back to a sweeter time ty

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  6. mukhamani says:

    Loved it, thank you 🙂

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  7. wolfsrosebud says:

    great transition in this piece…. i wonder what my grandkids will remember?

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  8. dorannrule says:

    Happy memories with a touch of sadness for lost times. Perfectly written Andrew…..

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  9. This one gets us right here [points to the heart]. Beautiful and nostalgic. I think we do reach a certain age when we reminisce that way and you captured it in words quite nicely!

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  10. PiedType says:

    I don’t run anymore. Afraid I’d fall down and not be able to get up!

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  11. Barely, remember all that. Can’t remember the last time I ran so fast the wind blew my hair. Sigh.

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  12. Chris White says:

    Reblogged this on 1951 Club and commented:
    I just had to reblog Andrew’s poem. So moving.

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  13. Chris White says:

    I loved every word of this Andrew. Your words moved me. As long as time gives us space to remember, we’ll be just fine. If memory should fail us … well then they are waiting to greet us in the halcyon fields.
    All the best. Chris. 😊

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  14. Susanne says:

    That last line is fantastic. My heart lingers in the past a lot these days. Is it because I’m old? Lovely poem. Beautiful concrete images.

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  15. Time moves on. Well done, Andrew.
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  16. I find this lovely and a little melancholic.

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  17. jfwknifton says:

    Very poignant. Excellent.

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