Poetry Sunday-Summer Memories



Summer Memories



Lazy days beneath the leaves,

Soft rain falling, feel the warm breeze.

Shouts of joy, blooms of gold,

Dreams of childhood; tales to be told.



When finally in my older days,

These are the summer memories that never will fade.



 © Donna Donabella 2012




I am continuing my series of summer poems.  This one I wrote in 2012 as I looked back on my childhood wishing not to be working, but enjoying the summer days again.  That feeling of ease, peace and just being in the moment.

Now in retirement, I am beginning to enjoy those days again, and trying to find that ease of summer days from my many childhood summer memories.




I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.


yellow flowers

I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  


I am also joining in another wonderful meme at  A Spirit of Simplicity.  It is called Tuesday Afternoon where Kara celebrates a nice slow day in a busy week.  Check out her blog and the meme on Tuesday.



If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 







Special Note:  The pictures here are of those trees spreading a shady canopy and all the yellow blooms of summer that blaze brightly in the summer sun.




I leave you with a few additional words about Summer Memories.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

summer memories

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83 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-Summer Memories”

  1. Oh, how I love reading about your summer memories… makes me aware of mine.

    Wonderful photos

  2. I have some rather vivid memories of childhood days. Mostly of the adventures I had on Sunday afternoons with my cousin. We ranged wide and far and saw so much of life by just walking out into it. Play is much different these days for kids. Sadly.

    1. I agree….just playing with wild abandon and letting our creative selves take over….now I am saddened to see no one out playing especially in summer…so quiet.

  3. Good memories are like sunshine – they light up your soul and if you are lucky the light stays within you for a lifetime..

  4. childhood memories are the brightest and the happiest ones, like the blooms of gold…such a beautiful blog you have Donna….

  5. There is a dream like quality to summer, I think we need that to get us through the winters….too long, too cold winters.

    Your shots are beautiful Donna…and your poem is wonderful.


  6. It’s truly delightful to bask in the memories of past summers 🙂
    Beautifully penned 🙂

    Lots of love,

  7. I often have fond memories of my childhood days. My dad walking me around the garden and showing me all the flowers as he watered them in the evening. Family walks in among the woodlands and learning the names of the trees and birds. To name but a few of my memories 🙂

  8. Well, I grew up in a concrete jungle. Still, I can relate to easy flowing summer afternoons. And now that I’m retired I appreciate the memories and the flowing afternoons once again, like you. Lovely post!

  9. I love the yellow blooms and the canopy of shady trees … the carefree days of childhood … yours must have been a happy one, how blessed you are to have such great memories, Donna 🙂

  10. Beautiful memories such as these. Should be clasped to the bosom of poetry just as you have done here
    Donna I’m happy you dropped by my Sunday Lime

    Much love…

  11. Lovely poem and memories of a childhood summer. It is nice to be retired and enjoying those summer memories one again. Beautiful images and mosaic! Have a happy Monday!

  12. Oh, those summer memories! I love the idea of retired girls making more of those memories. Gorgeous flowers — the color so bright. Happy Monday!

  13. I am a great lover of trees and your image is really striking, with the wonderful fresh imagery of your poem as companion.

  14. A beautiful poem – and so very true. I think all adults long for the carefree summer days of our childhood. Your mosiac is stunning. Such cheerful blossoms!

  15. I always enjoy your poetry 🙂

    This one reminds me of laying on the soft grass looking up at the clouds trying to find shapes and forms…because of course back in the day we did such things versus watching TV or playing video games 🙂

  16. A post that brought back memories of the field of wildflowers behind our house growing up until they built more homes, and then they were gone.
    Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday Donna.

  17. Thank you, Donna, for your kind comment on my insect houses! I wonder if they will be taken over by small creatures. Fellow bloggers in Britain seem to find they attract leaf-cutter bees. Thank you for your summer gold post. I am a night owl, and therefore a lover of sunsets, though I do love a sunrise, too, when I am awake to see it! When we lived in Wales, we had fabulous winter sunrises over the sea, which we could enjoy from our window. Your post reminds me of a hymn we enjoyed singing in Junior School … ‘Summer suns are glowing over land and sea …’ http://www.hymnary.org/text/summer_suns_are_glowing

    1. What a beautiful hymn and such lovely thoughts about sunsets Caroline….I do try to notice them more and do so when the days are shorter….enjoy those insect houses. Leaf cutters are a prime user here too. Fascinating bees.

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