Warm Days, Gentle Nights

PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

Warm days on a cool lake
Star-wishing gentle nights
Crawdads and fireflies
I saw a moose once
I saw the Northern Lights
Boat rides and fire-side chats
Laughter and lemonade
I swam in crystal water
Lazed in scented shade

Those were the days that defined my youth, how I longed to bring them back. A futile dream, they were gone forever.

The kids, though, perhaps I could show them my memories. Perhaps they’d understand.

After a four hour drive, the cabin was gone, the pier just rotted stumps. Condos ringed the once virgin shore.

There’s no going back.

Word count = 99

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42 thoughts on “Warm Days, Gentle Nights

    1. trentpmcd Post author

      The best of the childhood memories definitely have that bit of a rose tint to them, don’t they? We do need to cherish the old memories while we create new ones. Thanks!

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks Amy! Did you ever see the movie “Annie Hall”? I think of the scene where he was trying to recreate a beach vacation with someone else besides Annie and it is not the same at all. Yeah, we’ve all been there, done that…

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  2. gahlearner

    Such a beautiful piece, and something we can all relate to. It shows perfectly that every moment is unique, you cannot recreate it. Part of the wanting to relive it, I think, is feeling the feelings of the time. Of being younger, everything seems possible, perhaps being less cynical, perhaps being more passionate.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks. Yes, we all do want to recapture that feeling, to feel young again, to be carefree without a thought for the future.Sometimes we can get a glimpse, but only when we are not trying.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks. Yes it is sad seeing our childhood disappear. We don’t notice as much when we are right there, but if it is place that hasn’t been visited in years or decades, the change can be shocking.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      The memory is usually better because it isn’t just the place, it’s the time and the people. I twice returned to the place that this story is based loosely on. The first time was disappointing, but the second time I created new, great memories that stand on their own.

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  3. Margaret

    We do tend to romanticise our personal histories, I think. Your poem portrays really well the veil of longing that colours our memories. You’re so right – there’s no going back. Nice sense of wistfulness and loss in your story.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks. We do all have those special memories of times, places or people that we would love to relive, yet it is impossible, they are gone except as those memories.

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  4. roweeee

    A poignant piece, Trent.
    A few years ago, I took my kids for a drive to Norah Head about an hour North of here. There is a stunning lighthouse there but what I remembered most was my friend’s birthday party in the sand dunes and how we slid down them on huge plastic garbage bags and it was so much fun.
    So I turn up 20 years later and in the meantime, dune regeneration has been quite the thing. So, for the good of the environment but the shattering of my expectations,we couldn’t even find the dunes. They were now covered in thick vegetation and even sizable native trees. It was like they’d never been. Reminded me of a poem by Wordsworth called something like The Deserted Village.
    Also, I suddenly felt very old!
    xx Rowena

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      There are places I went as a kid that don’t exist any more, some that have been gone so long that even younger adults in the area never knew they existed. Yep, makes me feel old. As they say, if one thing stays the same it is change – it will always be there. Oh well, that is what memory is for.

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