Summer Holidays of Children by Stan Phillips
Do you recall those long summer holidays of childhood? Those meandering days filled with games, running in fields, or wandering aimless down a street ablaze with an explosion of sunshine. Kicking a stone.
Ants annoyed. Dragonflies fascinated. And life drifted gently by to bring us where? To here? Yes, to this strange and lonely now.
Throwing pebbles into a stream, and counting the ripples as they spread out to infinity. Or skimming a stone across the surface of a golden lake. And birds sang their summer songs of passing youth. Motes of dust danced on beams of light. Blossoms cavorted on soft breezes. Picnics in the woods.
For look around and ask yourself this summer. This middle aged season. Ask, where are the bees? Where are the butterflies? Where are the wasps? Where are the dragonflies? For I see few of them now. And wonder where they went with the passing of my years.
And the bumble bees flew precariously through the flowers. The butterflies, extravagantly multi hued flashed briefly across those lost and languid days. Wasps threatened.
And just what does their absence mean for our fragile world? Stan Phillips 2020 ©
Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 28 -
