Do you remember the calls home from behind the screen? <br />When our days were full of anything <br />Skinny, brown, half clothed without their consent <br />Feet as black as slate <br /> <br />Can you hear their voices shout from beyond the fence? <br />A pre-pubertal wakeup call <br />Focusing long enough just to get outside, <br />To recommence that seasons game <br /> <br />Think of how far we use to go <br />With the wind whistling through our ears <br />Army canteens and surplus sacks <br />Two wheel caravans with no certain course <br /> <br />The cool of evening that itch of skin <br />We shivered with exuberance <br />Five more minutes to get it all in <br />Before that screen would close again <br /> <br />Do you remember those days from years ago? <br />Sense them from time to time <br />Does it bring on a sigh or maybe a smile? <br /> <br />Makes me want to take my shoes off<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barefoot-summer/
