When I was small
I had a closet
And in this closet was
My space, mine alone.
It kept me safe and
In it I made my nest
Of blankets and pillows
Ever so soft and with
Book and flashlight
I would stay for hours
Hidden behind clothes and coats
This closet went back beyond
Where things could be stored
And became my refuge
It was warm and I could dream
Of unicorns and fairies
Yes, this closet was mine and
It kept me safe
The first day of summer always reminds me of when I was a young teenager. We lived in the country with fields of flowers, flowing creeks and gardens full of fresh vegetables. It was a good summer day when no chores needed done and I was free to wander and dream till my heart was content.
I remember that day with fondness and I wrote this poem. I hope you like it and that you can dream along with me. Let it take you back to a day where you could take some time and just dream. Here is that poem (Memoir)
FIELD OF DAYDREAMS
Walking slowly along in the coolness of the tree-lined dirt road, I could already smell the wild flowers. The sweetness of the wild roses and the spicy aroma of the Queen Anne’s lace greeted me with the breeze.
I stopped and leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. I could see the flowers in my mind… flowers in every color of the rainbow. The gentle wind brushed against my face like a feather, and I opened my eyes.
I started walking again. Just a few more steps and I would be there. I turned the corner by the old barn, and there it was. The sight always took my breath away. The field was ablaze with color. The golden-yellow of the black-eyed Susan, the reddish-orange of the wild poppy, and the delicate blue of the cornflower were remarkable.
I was headed for the stream that was on the other side of the field. Little by little, I made my way through the tall grass. The grasshoppers jumped out of my way as I passed by.
Stopping occasionally to pick some daisies, I could hear the faint sound of the gurgling stream. I walked closer to the sound, and I could see the sun glistening off the water like diamonds.
Arriving at the stream, I sat down in the cool grass and began making a necklace out of the daisies that I had picked. I had been working on it for some time when I heard a noise at the edge of the field and looked up to see what it was. I could hardly believe my eyes. A deer and her fawn had come out of the woods to eat, and I watched them in fascination. After a while, they returned to the woods.
I lay back in the grass and looked at the sky. The puffy, white clouds were drifting lazily along. They were taking on different shapes as I watched. I could see a horse carrying a rider. In my mind, it was my knight in shining armor coming to carry me away.
The harsh cry of a crow startled me. I got up and looked around the field. I could see the garden on the other side of the road. The corn was getting tall, and the tomatoes were starting to get red. Both would need to be picked soon.
I heard the screen door slam shut on the back porch. My mom would be calling me soon for dinner. It was time to go. I gently tossed my daisy necklace into the stream and watched it float away.
I headed back through the tall grass toward the road. The aroma of fried chicken was drifting toward me in the breeze. I knew there would be buttery mashed potatoes and a crisp salad on the table as well, and I hurried my step. I would be back tomorrow for more dreams.