You and your inner child come along next time, 'k?
When the sky is straight out of a picture book
and the air like spun honey warmed by a smiling
sun, the child in me grabs my hand, drags me
outside, and nags until I help her put together
a bouquet of violets, clover, and “dandy-lions.”
After we take them in, find a jar, and fill it with
water that isn’t too hot or too cold -- flowers
are like babies, you know -- then make sure
violet, white, green, and yellow each have room
to show off, we go back out and climb into
the hammock to watch birds and squirrels
play chase, or grab a swing and take turns
pushing each other so high, our feet almost
touch a cloud that looks like a big china bowl
piled high with fresh whipped cream (yum).
If a bee or a wasp finds us, we go play under
the deck where it is cool and carpeted with
moss or hike to a creek and look for pollywogs.
Sometimes we collect rocks. Time passes so
fast, the first thing we know, it’s time to eat
supper. Boy, are we hungry. When it gets
dark, we’ll go back out and catch fireflies
and put them in a jar with holes in the lid.
We will only keep them a few minutes.
Otherwise, who will shine light to help Moon
and her stars keep us from getting scared?
If I have work to do, I forget. If I have recorded
a film, I forget. Child makes me!
(c) Phyllis Jean Green
Angels That Care
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|Reviewed by Regis Schilken
|Your clever poem reminds me of days when my granddaughter visits. What a loving creature. When she is here, "Gampa" must "pay" (play) even thought he is getting too old and creaky to get down on the floor.
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Phyllis, To bring back memories of a summer's
day allowing your inner child to partake---Outstanding
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Charming and enchanting, Phyllis. You take me back to my childhood a bit:)
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|I fear having to grow up Pea. I am pushing the big seven oh hard and still have my mom to call me son. I know that when she passes, I will be forced to grow up. I love the way you have conveyed this message through, "Summer Inside and Out". Many childhood memories you helped me to call. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|My Dear Lady, I love everything you write. Outstanding as always.
|Reviewed by stan nassano
|this took me back, back with mylittle sister down the camp[camp was always down,it did just happened to be on a lake south of home]which would make it down i guess,back to flippin rocks looking for fishin bait..or as we called them then worms and crickets...what an easy drift into yesterday, thats, great write|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Child B' right. We all could use a little more outdoor time. Some days I don't even have a valid excuse. Need to have a little chat with "inner" Patrick|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|LOVE LOVE LOVE this...funny as I read the beginning fireflies came to thought..and low and behold, you got them in as well..Simply Magic..you took me into this yummy day!
Love and Hugs,
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|precious. the inner child glows here. ~ Morgan|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Wonderful fun, Phyllis, such atmospheric talent, such wisdom!!!
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Ah, Pea, I love the child in you...and the child you
bring out in me. Thanks for shining your light on my day.
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Wish I could do this right now. This is all about having a poetic soul and listening to its call. :)
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|green jean ... aka 'pea' ...
SPLENDID! had to look up 'polliwog' = tadpole ... they were cute, n' fun to catch!
'take time to smell the roses' ... tk...
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|TRUE...WHEN THE BEAUTY OF SUMMER TRULY 'SETTLES IN'...WE ARE, AT TIMES, TRANSPORTED TO WONDERFUL PLACES, DOING THOSE WONDERFUL THINGS THAT ONLY SUMMER...INSIDE...CAN BRING OUT. AND THE 'WEE' ONE, WHO HAS PATIENTLY WAITED FOR THIS SEASON, COMES FORTH AND ENJOYS HERSELF IMMENSELY. BRAVO! SPLENDID! A MARVELOUS ARTISTICAL SHARING. THANK YOU, PHYLLIS & MUCH LOVE. BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE*HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|I love this!
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Takes me back to my childhood when every outdoor day was an adventure and the little things you describe were so important just to observe–close-up.
Thanks for the memory.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Loved the fireflies and their glow. I haven't seen any in so many years. I think your inner child is actually all grown up, but just refuses to accept that fact.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Thank God for The Inner Child - and I sure hope that mine keeps insisting that I do those very same things. I think he wants me to hike to the creek today with the dogs to look for pollywogs.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|