Summer Days
Poetry about memories and love
A warm breeze brushes against me
My hair flowing freely
Clothes hanging up on a string
Bright blue sky as clouds moved slowly
In all different kind of shapes
The old barn door creaks quietly
As I step inside to look around
The sun slips through the cracks
Brightening up the room
A worn-out truck sits there
The house is old, but filled with love
Fresh pastries fills the air when I walk in
Floral wallpapers never changed over the years
Floorboards below would make squeaky noises
Memories made each time I come visit
The smiles I would show
The laughs we both shared
The love we gave each other
Those summer days were everything
And I wish to go back again
To relive each moment once more.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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