Summer days

Long ago, I used to fancy myself something of a poet.  I still like some of the stuff I wrote in high school and college, though I can see now its a little juvenile. I've even thought about using some of my old verses as a starting point for a children's book, but I'm a little annoyed that I sold the rights to a few of the best of them when they were published in the church magazines.

Lately, when I watch Elora playing outside, riding her bike and exploring around our house, this poem keeps springing to mind, even though I wrote it long before she was born:

To Be Cherished

those were the days 

that seemed to never end

charged with the fire of childhood

tempered with the passing breeze

and held together

by the imagination

of a barefoot young girl.

I was realizing the other day that I haven't really written any poetry since I first got married, and I was thinking, maybe I should get out that rusty old pen (metaphorically) and try again? Or at least add it to my long term list of really important things I should be doing! :)