"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Monday, August 08, 2011

Magpie Tales #77

Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947


Sultry night
Evening of musical crickets
Love begins


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I remember those teenage summer romances
One moment we're all playing sandlot baseball
The next we're breathless looking at the boy next door.
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16 comments:

signed...bkm said...

They were the best romances..because it was all new and so exciting...bkm

Everyday Goddess said...

some of the best times...

Erratic Thoughts said...

Some of them were epitome of innocent moments...
Coy silence or sometimes saying it all in one go and running away to save embarrassment...
Lovely haiku...brings back many memories ;)

Suz said...

ha...I remember

Tumblewords: said...

Excellent recapture of those innocent times!

120 Socks said...

Those were the days alright!

Mama Zen said...

How can you ever forget?

Lyn said...

Those few words say it all..a rush, an expectation...perfect!

Linda said...

Lovely poem perfectly fits the image.

Lydia said...

Ah, the sensation of fingertips glancing over the back of your neck...then the kiss.

Sophistication does not compare with the dear clumsiness of those summer nights.

Bee's Blog said...

Butterflies in your tummy.

Lena said...

Love and romance was so respected back in those days. I enjoy love-story films about and actually from this era. Those boys next door...aaaahhhh.....

Helen said...

Come on now ... were you watching me? Beautiful work, Ms. Kathe!!

Steve Isaak said...

Taut, effective write.

ds said...

Love this! Thank you.

Tess Kincaid said...

Summer wouldn't be summer without the musical crickets.