Wagon-red memories of childhood trundle down ore-rich earthen paths, disappearing in clouds of what was, leaving wisps of dreams and clips of songs to fade on the summer wind.
I could still be that girl in the wagon, lemonade sparkling in sunlight.
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Bittersweet it really is. To be that carefree girl once again … lovely writing
Thank you so much, Ruby!
I agree with Ruby. Very evocative, and I love the imagery. Yummy!
Thank you, too, Susan!
I love how the memories themselves are “wagon-red.” The best memories are summer, aren’t they? The music, the smells. The sparkling lemonade is just brilliant.
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The lemonade is my favorite part, too.
Hi Tienne: This piece has a nice rhythm to it. I can almost hear the sound of the wagon wheels as they turn.
Well, thank you, Mary. What a great compliment!
Beautiful imagery. ♥
Thank you!
clips of songs, wisps of dreams, sunny lemonade, ah. and i love that you used wagon as an adjective. brilliant piece.
Aw, thanks! I started with those first two words and it just rolled (ahem) from there.
The imagery is charming, and it really lingers after you finish reading it. 🙂