Georgia

Cattails and dragon flies
On evenings spent out playing.
Sweating in the humid summer guise
Of falling in love without saying.

Ocean spray and sand castles
On afternoon excursions,
Where life was free from petty hassle
And relived in several versions.

Swing sets and swimming pools
In the glowing yellow glare of noon.
Acting and looking like fools
In the Heaven that can be June.

The Georgia sky is the canopy
For the circus of my younger days.
Summer still plays on the marquee
Of my memory, now mossed in haze.

Someday the sun will reshine
And birght away the cluster
That lingers on what was mine;
To regain its childhood luster.