Memories Poem by Marla Smith

As the summer comes ~~ Plans are made ~~ The hurtful words that were said ~~ Are forgotten ~~ The summer is an endless journey ~~ Seeing things ~~ Going places ~~ Experiencing things ~~ As I think about these things ~~ I find myself watching the sun sink deeper into the trees on the far edge of the field ~~ I see the fire in the pit ~~ Dancing around the logs ~~ I feel the warmth on my face as the memory’s start to roll in my head ~~ The memories that were made ~~ Friends that backstabbed you ~~ Friends that realized you were right ~~ Friends that will always be there ~~ I gathered my mind again and look into the pit ~~ Knowing with each stroke of this pen ~~ The memories I have of the year ~~ Make the days go by a little easier ~~ When the days are hard to get through ~~ I need the good memories I have of my friends ~~ And the little I have with my family ~~ The memories that are made stay a memory.