Pablo Cruise

Barefoot Summer

Do you remember the calls home from behind the screen?
When our days were full of anything
Skinny, brown, half clothed without their consent
Feet as black as slate

Can you hear their voices shout from beyond the fence?
A pre-pubertal wakeup call
Focusing long enough just to get outside,
To recommence that seasons game

Think of how far we use to go
With the wind whistling through our ears
Army canteens and surplus sacks
Two wheel caravans with no certain course

The cool of evening that itch of skin
We shivered with exuberance
Five more minutes to get it all in
Before that screen would close again

Do you remember those days from years ago?
Sense them from time to time
Does it bring on a sigh or maybe a smile?

Makes me want to take my shoes off

Poem Submitted: Friday, February 27, 2009

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  • Indira RenganathanIndira Renganathan (4/8/2009 5:20:00 AM)

    Good times are sweet times at later times to remember...good nostalgia

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  • Mamta Agarwal (4/6/2009 10:48:00 AM)

    what a nostalgic write, makes one want to be young again. sensuous and refreshing. thanks


    Mamta

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  • Cindy Kreiner SeraCindy Kreiner Sera (4/3/2009 5:06:00 AM)

    What nostalgia- so bringing back my young days with people now gone - thank you for the memories coming to mind - Well written....Cindy

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  • Linda WinchellLinda Winchell (4/1/2009 9:35:00 PM)

    Barefoot summers, oh how well I remember those days. The feel of the sidewalks cement coolness on my young little feet, dancing in the puddles left from mornings rain. Wish I never had to grow up! Great poem again. God Bless, Linda

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  • Niq Castro (3/28/2009 10:33:00 PM)

    It's like I've traveled through time, I can imagine everything that you had written...
    It sure inspires me to write more poems

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  • Fiona Davidson (3/24/2009 10:51:00 AM)

    sure makes me want to take my shoes off Pablo...wonderful memories....10+++

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  • Jasmin Whyte (3/13/2009 2:51:00 PM)

    thank you for sharing this poignant memory, and for taking this reader on a journey of her own

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  • Shekhar JoshiShekhar Joshi (3/13/2009 10:55:00 AM)

    I had forgotten it but your poem compelled me to take a journey backwards
    it feels so good
    thanks great work

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  • Sadiqullah KhanSadiqullah Khan (3/13/2009 5:44:00 AM)

    Yes, I do remember, I want to throw away my shoes. So well written,10

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  • Original Unknown Girl (3/13/2009 4:49:00 AM)

    Sigh... this was a real sentimental journey. Thank you for jogging my memory. Good work here Pablo. HG: -) xx

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  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (3/13/2009 1:31:00 AM)

    I always admire a poem when the title is reaffirmed in the last line and it worked beautifully. The questions were also an excellent idea as they allowed the reader not only to visualize your imagery but theirs as well as they used their memory and their perceptions. Great work! Karin Anderson

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  • Barry A. LanierBarry A. Lanier (3/12/2009 3:27:00 PM)

    Actually in reading just the first two lines I had an epiphany..what I read was one thing and my thoughts yet another....in those days my days were filled with nothing (no agendas, ...no plans) yet there were completely filled....do you no what I mean...a beautiful non-complicated world in youth yet never a minute boring...

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  • Ravi ARavi A (3/12/2009 11:21:00 AM)

    Your poem is enough to create the genuine air of olden days. I also felt like being with you.

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  • Eddie Roa (3/2/2009 6:17:00 PM)

    The joys of boyhood are captured in this nostalgic poem. superb write.

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