Burnt memories in the old cabin boards,
such as a feast, a fire not watched well.
Grandpa fixing it up for the summer,
leaving memories behind,
boards of thought--where to cut them,
where to nail them up.
When it's done, summer will come.
The fishing plank out, we'll swim
to the depths of the lake.
Until lightning teaches us discipline,
our rods and reels will catch life.
We'll swing on the tire swing--up to heaven.
Birds will sing to the sway
of the hardy waves, the gentle lake
again helping us catch the fish
we'll name Thunder and Lightning.
Thunder splashing around noises, Lightning
with a fast streak in her.
We are clad in a cloth of happiness.
With summer fixed, we will catch the sun,
that circle of life blazing out its hello’s,
as the waves drift away our happiness
to others and our laugher echoes
off the nature walls--those leafy trees
and blinding blue sky of the lake.
Liz Diemer
"Fixing Summer" first appeared in the
Mad Hatter, a publication for the gifted
and talented.