The day spends the same
Like many that have come before
With time trinkling by
As we sit outside our door…
Some are fun
Still vibrating
Off of
Smiling faces.
The sun continuously
Putting barefoot
Kids
In their
Places.
The raindrops
Playing tag
They dash
To the base of home
Where mothers
Wait with towels
With rainbows,
The gold,
Of chocolate chip
Cookies & milk.
Colorado clouds
Come and go
Quickly,
And the sadness
Spent by
By tearful skies
Are quickly dried.
Summer days
And afternoons
Of youth pass
On a clock
All their own…
They stretch forever
To a western
Mountain horizon,
The stuff legends
Are made of,
For they will
Tell their children's
Children so.
