Country Days

I remember
country summer days
where front doors
were intentionally left unlocked
and windows
were opened as wide
as the dusty road leading to our home
was long

Somehow
life felt as if there were no such thing as a stranger
or a bad day
and that the joys of fresh air
was in the games we played

Outside
under the sun's watchful eye
we laughed
played
and discovered just how special
each minute could be
as fought the night with every ounce of childhood

And when we lost the fight
we'd simply gazed upon the night's starry sky
and wish
for tomorrow
for a longer summer
with more laughter
as the innocence of happiness
was all we knew

Beautiful poem.

Thank you

Very beautiful ❤

enjoyed it MIG
could almost smell the hot meal wafting from the windows.