a poem in my pocket

______________

last lazy summer day in pastures green
one week of freedom before starting school
stiff grasses tickle, prickle calloused feet
noon sun shines hot but breezes gently cool

two cousins sit together amiably
companionship does not require words
they watch the cows while clouds float easily
from distant trees, they hear the caw of birds

they dream a pirate’s dream on desert isle
of treasure buried deep beneath the sand
although there’s no high seas for many a mile
boys can imagine sword fights on dry land

covered by straw hats, long hair falls in curls
time’s brief, as young minds soon will follow girls

_______________

An ekphrastic sonnet linked to W3 prompt at The Skeptic’s Kaddish.