My summers at the cottage
Was usually spent alone
For there were no other kids
And there wasn't even a phone
I would wander by the water
Collect colored glass I found in the sand
And mom would have me weeding
The weeds upon her land
I always played a gymnast
While walking on fallen trees
I'd dig up clay beneath the sand
And that would make me sneeze
My dad would take me for a ride
In our Lyman boat
We'd go out onto the water
And sometimes just sit and float
He seemed to find a fishing pole
Laying in the hatch
And because of me, yes little me
We always came back with a catch....
(a memory poem by judy karle schuster)
