The Poem The Big Forest By Lena Garcia
The Big Forest
By lena (marina) garcia
Sometimes, hot and breezy summer days and sapphire blue skies as wide an ocean, can bring on childhood memories of long ago.
For me, it’s memories of when I was a cub scout and proudly wore my dark blue uniform with the yellow bandana for a tie. I remember eating slices of bright red watermelon sprinkled with shiny black seeds; and mother and I lazily swinging in the cool of a front porch swing, sipping a glass of iced lemonade with lemon wedges that looked like floating yellow sail boats on top; and those adventurous and fun summer days spent playing in the big forest I thought would never come to an end, when I was a blond and freckled, blue eyed boy going on ten. Back in those summer days …show more content…
Think how old you will be in seven years?
I was hitting a tree with a long stick and said to Jimmy Bells,” That’s for mirrors not broken windows.”
“O, it is? Well, what’s the difference anyway? You can still see yourself.” said Jimmy and scratched the back of his leg with his other foot. “The difference is... that one is a window and the other is a mirror. That’s, what’s the difference.” I kept hitting the tree until the stick broke, went flying and landed on the roof of the old house. The yard in the old clapboard house was over gown with weeds and littered with tires and household trash. The front door always rested half open and at an angle. Through a big hole in the kitchen roof rain fell and sun shined over a winding green ivy. Every spring the same ivy crept from under the rotten floorboards, zig zagged across the kitchen floor and out through a broken window. Through another hole in the living room ceiling doves with outstretched wings flew in and out through warm beams of yellow sunshine and stood on the rafters under summer rain showers, rustling their smooth and glossy feathered wings then softly cooed on the shady nooks of the abandoned
By lena (marina) garcia
Sometimes, hot and breezy summer days and sapphire blue skies as wide an ocean, can bring on childhood memories of long ago.
For me, it’s memories of when I was a cub scout and proudly wore my dark blue uniform with the yellow bandana for a tie. I remember eating slices of bright red watermelon sprinkled with shiny black seeds; and mother and I lazily swinging in the cool of a front porch swing, sipping a glass of iced lemonade with lemon wedges that looked like floating yellow sail boats on top; and those adventurous and fun summer days spent playing in the big forest I thought would never come to an end, when I was a blond and freckled, blue eyed boy going on ten. Back in those summer days …show more content…
Think how old you will be in seven years?
I was hitting a tree with a long stick and said to Jimmy Bells,” That’s for mirrors not broken windows.”
“O, it is? Well, what’s the difference anyway? You can still see yourself.” said Jimmy and scratched the back of his leg with his other foot. “The difference is... that one is a window and the other is a mirror. That’s, what’s the difference.” I kept hitting the tree until the stick broke, went flying and landed on the roof of the old house. The yard in the old clapboard house was over gown with weeds and littered with tires and household trash. The front door always rested half open and at an angle. Through a big hole in the kitchen roof rain fell and sun shined over a winding green ivy. Every spring the same ivy crept from under the rotten floorboards, zig zagged across the kitchen floor and out through a broken window. Through another hole in the living room ceiling doves with outstretched wings flew in and out through warm beams of yellow sunshine and stood on the rafters under summer rain showers, rustling their smooth and glossy feathered wings then softly cooed on the shady nooks of the abandoned