I dreamed the title words
it took all day to understand them
light Wednesday is how I grew up
half the businesses in town would close
on Wednesday afternoons
hasn't the world grown a bit too busy
I can remember my father
coming home at noon for a sit down lunch
the whole family gathered round
who can do that now
Wednesday afternoon
you could not find a dentist or a doctor
unless you too were at the golf course
long lunches were even tolerated
on my college road crew summer jobs
on light Wednesday afternoons
I remember breaking early for the fishing hole
I often walked when I could have gone by car
my dog liked it better that way
as we sniffed out signs of life along the creek
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem relaxes the reader too with its simple narrative. A beautiful reflection on past.
Thanks. glad you like it. I really miss those times and feel like they will never come again.