With Nothing But Kind Thought...

Yesterday some of us traveled those dusty roads to the Past as we lived some Good Old Days of the Goldstone General Store. It reminded me of something my dad used to say not exactly like this but with the same meaning; the reason we have Good Old Days is because Time has a way of smoothing away sharp edges leaving only scenes of loveliness to fondly cherish.

It's like wishing for summer in winter...

we forget its extreme fatigue and unrelenting task-master 

as we wander its perfect flower fields

in perfect temperatures!

Beneath the frozen autographs of snow drifts and ice jams

A world of brooks and gardens waits to laugh and leap like lambs

This connoisseur of frosted lures and glitter-tulle knee-deep

Will soon indulge meadow and moor with buttercups and sheep

Desire digs its heels into the hub of skin and bones

Its appetite appeals to hunger’s ever-present thrones

Time’s ceremonial season-tide excites the dreamer’s thirst

Then washes to the other side of reach, echo-immersed

The steaming mugs we hug to gratify both taste and touch

Are like little vacations from Duty’s demands and such

One season to another lends both hunger and reprieve

As all that we hold dear becomes part truth, part make-believe

Beneath the lathe that smooths sharp edges and hard to-do list  

A precious wonderland evolves, swathed in soft purple mist

With pain of toes we stubbed and strain of loads we lugged forgot

As we recall fond days gone by with nothing but kind thought

© Janet Martin