Penny candy and nickel cigars
A life that is far removed from ours
Carefree days-cool summer nights
The flame of love that spring invites
Fans created from paper scraps
Tired heads on dress-clad laps
White-gloved hands held to the lip
A swimming hole for a summer dip
Sticks and hoops, ropes and balls
The beckoning voice of summer calls
Picnic baskets filled with treats
Evil that goodness always defeats
Crisp fall air and autumn moon
A time when lovers coo and spoon
Moonlight graces new fallen snow
So swift the years, where do they go?
The parlor where folks sit and chat
A nice wide brim on a ruffled hat
We lounge on the porch swing admiring the stars
Through the moon-lit haze of nickel cigars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully nostalgic poem, Christine... amazing imagery and beautifully crafted. The reader can't help but yearn for the days of yore. Great write! ! Brian