Back There Again

Chateau de Nice by Claudia Schoenfeld

Chateau Nice by Claudia Schoenfeld

Another dollar, another score
As the sun sets on another City day
It was all that I once wanted but not more
No my heart is now many miles away

And though you smile like it’s all right
I can see it in your eyes
You may be looking at the skyscrapers
But your heart is searching for open skies

Remembering late summer evenings, when the day’s work is done
Our feet up on the porch rail, a cold one in one hand,
With your hand with the other, those were times like no other
When it was all so simple, and yet so grand
Do you remember? And can we get back there again?

I remember my auntie yelling for getting the floors gritty
Man, that red clay is tougher than this city’s hustle and flow
Yeah, the skyscrapers at night look so pretty
But when’s the last time I saw fireflies glow?

I miss how the riverbank sparkles on a bright sunny day
The sound of crickets in the midnight air
How the smell of dinner wafts every which way
And how there always  seemed to be haystack straw in our hair

Oh we spent so many years wishing to get away
Now we’re wishing for anything just to get back

Remembering late summer evenings, after all the work is done
Our feet up on the porch rail, cold ones in our hand
How we drop everything when we heard that dinner bell ring
It was all so simple and yet so grand
Do you remember? Let’s get back there again.

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Today Mary challenges us to “Sketch it Out” in words with the lovely artwork of our own Claudia Schoenfeld as inspiration.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics – Sketch it Out

9 thoughts on “Back There Again

  1. nice.. i wish we had fireflies over here… the city is beautiful at night but i do understand that longing for a calm place on the porch in the countryside and just feel nature and someone you trust next to you

  2. mmm i would be missing that river bank as well…and putting the feet up sounds so relaxing….and just breathe….love me some fireflies as well….all goes together nicely to build the peace…

  3. So yes, ‘back then’ it was all so simple and all so grand. We didn’t appreciate what we had then, perhaps even wished for those times to pass. Though we can remember, unfortunately we can never go back again. I liked your nostalgia here….your poem had me nodding in agreement.

  4. I love the way you have expressed nostalgia for former days, the images your words conjure up and the wistful tone. It is true that as youngsters, we often yearn to leave, but as we grow older we realize that these were good old days.

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