Promise to Never Forget- Poem Version

Author Note: This is the poem version of the post below this, Promise to Never Forget. Enjoy.

Running across the sand
The damp grains flinging to the back of our calves
The ball passing between us
From player to player
Bouncing, skidding

We’re laughing and jumping
Thinking of nothing but this moment
As the sun sets across the lake
Dark shadows against orange light
Young, carefree

We shift to the fire
To bask in the warm air
Thinking about leaving this place
This place you never want to leave
Recollecting, remembering

These days we’ve spent together
Not wanting to forget
These people here
Influence us in the future
Thankful, respected

The future so far away
When we come back to these
Perfect memories that wander our minds
Only emerging when needed most
Savoring, remarkable

The memories that made our childhood
Meaningful and memorable
We will thank them and beg
Not to forget these memories so
Engaging, caressing

Promise to Never Forget

Author Notes: This is a journal entry about summer time that I decided to write.

We're running across the sand, sand kicking up, plastering to the back of our calves. The ball passing from player to player, bouncing and skipping from here to there. We're laughing and jumping and tackling each other, so carefree and young. We think of nothing but this moment in time as the sun sets across the lake and the trees cast deep shadows over the orange lighting. We're daring this day to end, not wanting it to because when things are like this, life seems perfect and everything seems to be connected to perfection with no worries of breaking apart. We keep playing until the ball blends into the darkness surrounding us and we all sigh in defeat once again. We gather around the bonfire and recollect our days together and laugh and just enjoy these remarkable memories slowly, not wanting to forget because one day we will all stop coming to this place that made our childhood so memorable and meaningful. Meeting everyone here will change us into what we'll be later, in the far future and we will come back to these memories and thank them for all they've given us. These friends will seperate and some will forget what they had together here and the importance of this place and the affect it has on the soul. This place, this time, these people will hopefully never wander from my mind, and I beg it not to, because I want them with me forever so I can go back and relish in their caressing beauty.