The creek was cool beneath the sun,
Its waters sparkled, our laugh begun.
We dove and splashed in endless play,
Wolf Creek kept the heat at bay.

Golden Gate’s diamond called our names,
Where dust flew wild in epic timeless games.
The crack of the bat, the cheers, the grin,
Moments carved deep, where dreams begin.

Fireflies sparked in twilight’s glow,
Tiny lanterns putting on a show.
In jars they glimmered, fleeting bright,
Stars brought down in summer’s night.

The bedroom walls caught headlights trail,
A racing dance on a nightly scale.
I’d count each car in shadows cast,
And trace the rhythm the world amassed.

Wolf Creek summers, fields of home,
Where fleeting joys were seeds we’d sown.
Distant years may pull apart,
But you remain, etched in my heart….

Kevin Schroeder