still life that is still life in the eyes of a child

still life that is still life in the eyes of a child

 

 

thumbnail sketch

barn swallows circling

bales of hay

a bed for ragged kittens

the paint peeling

red to rust to gray

 

to memories

of Vermont sixty years

the stanchions now tattered wood

an excited boy

watching as the cows took their place

at the table

 

served their milk

in pasteurized dream

just the other side of the fence

blackberries lingered

waiting for the pail

soon to become jam

 

restless hammock

a storm's coming

afternoon nap just off the horizon

 

that old Plymouth

knew the way

every year, every summer

every illogical moment

that made perfect sense to a seven-year old

who barely noticed that barn losing color.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/7/23

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

"pasteurized dream"...wonderful! Your childhood summers were very special and now you have allowed us to visit there too. Through the eyes of a child, the world is a much prettier place. We had a Rambler that knew the way to summer adventures. Your Plymouth was your chariot. Such lovely reminiscing! Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah, those old cars...tanks, but special.
thank you, Lydi,
j.

[willweb]

Memories of childhood we wish would have lasted forever...well, the memories do usually but, you know what I mean. That life, no worries, no cares, even work seemed fun. Nice Jacob,. your poem took me back as well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

now, the worries and cares pile up, don't they?
thanks, will,
j.