For some reason, I don’t have a good site for a Friday poetry prompt (suggestions welcome). That allowed a free day, and what better on a free day than free verse.
THIS DAY FOUND ME
by Mike Patrick
This day found me dreaming
of my childhood on the farm;
remembering the feel of the sun’s heat
on youth’s abandon.
No aches, no pains;
everything works. Ignoring the heat
and running across the north field,
carrying a fly rod
and my dismal, hand-tied flies.
No matter if the fish were biting,
I’d thrash the water for a couple hours
before stripping off and jumping in;
feeling the cool water defeat the day’s heat.
I relished the time alone.
Just me and my thoughts,
thoughts without responsibility,
without worry. Free to go where they would.
I never noticed the time passing,
yet it did.
Years slipped by. Life happened.
A job, a wife, a home and children
and ended youth’s abandon.
It was all good.
It brought me to this place,
this wonderful place,
with memories to cherish.
The place where this day found me.