Poem: Reminisce

PHOTO BY J.R HILTON

Just a poem about years long gone by.

REMINISCE

WRITTEN BY: J.R HILTON 

DECEMBER  2016 

LOOKING BACK ON THE SERENITY

OF MY YESTERYEAR'S

THE QUIET TIMES, AND WHAT I FEARED

IMAGINED OR REAL

SOME OF IT I STILL FEEL

OUT IN THE FIELDS WORKING ALL DAY

DRIVING THE TRACTOR, BAILING HAY

SUNNY HOT SUMMER DAY

ONE THING ON MY MIND

GETTING FINISHED ON TIME

STANDING OUTSIDE, LOOKING AT THE MOON

OR THE SUN

FRAMED BETWEEN THE PINES

PUT ME AT PEACE EVERYTIME

I STILL HAVE THAT PICTURE RIGHT HERE IN MY MIND

IN THE WINTER WOODS

ALL BY MYSELF

ONLY SOUND I HEAR

IS THE LONESOME WHISTLE

OF SOME OLD TRAIN ON THE RUN

FOLLOWING RABBIT TRACKS, JUST FOR FUN

 SITTING IN A STONE BOAT

HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE

LOOKING FOR ROCKS, LEFT AND RIGHT 

PEDDLING  DOWN TO THE CREEK 

WIND AT OUR BACKS

ON A WINNING STREAK

MY FRIENDS AND I

PLAYING IN THE SUN

SPLASHING IN THE WATER

HAVING US SOME FUN

NO ONE WANTS TO LEAVE

BUT WE ALL LEAVE TOGETHER

OUR SKIN ALL AGLOW

OUR EYES SPARKLING WITH MISCHIEVOUS YOUTH

I DON'T LIKE TO LIVE IN THE PAST

BUT SOMETIMES I GO THERE WHEN

I THINK THE FUTURE WON'T LAST

TIMES WERE SO GENTLE THEN

HIDING EVERYTHING AROUND THE BEND

IF I'D ONLY KNOWN

SO MANY THINGS I WOULD HAVE CHANGED

I CAN STILL SEE THE FROZEN CLOTHES

BLOWING IN THE WIND

ANTICIPATING SUMMER AGAIN

ALL THAT'S LEFT THERE NOW

IS A FEW OLD TREES AND STONES

AND SO MANY FOND MEMORIES

REMINISCE, UNTIL MY EYES TURN TO MIST

AT THE MERE THOUGHT OF ALL OF THIS