Poems ...

Summer days

Flowers growing,

reborn as a child,

I want to go on adventures,

my heart is wild. 

Mom shorts and skaters,

running through fields hand in hand,

collecting sweet memories,

feels like this dream will never end.

Bonfire nights and a spookie story,

finding meaning in the stars,

listening to the old good song,

while sitting somewhere counting the red cars.

Road trips like in the 70 's,

when gas station coffee tastes really good,

we don't know the time or the date,

free like child's in the woods.

And all this songs,

bring me back to nostalgia,

sweet summer days,

always in my heart.