Tuesday, May 12, 2015

That Old Screen Door

We all need to go back to an old screen door
So we can hear the sound of it slamming some more

And those famous words, “stop letting the flies in”
Not giving it a second thought and doing it over again

Catching fireflies after dark and putting them in a jar
And lying out on a blanket and wishing upon a star

Listening to the whop-per-wills calling every night
The serenading of crickets, a special, kind of quiet

Running through the meadows in the sun kissed dew
Climbing high up in a tree with a better angle view

Can’t you just see those June bugs tied with a string
Or swinging really high on that old, tire swing

Going fishing in the creek with that little fishing pole
Enjoying a hot, summer day at that ole swimming hole  

Or riding that old, rusted bicycle with nary a brake
Running through the thickets, never thinking of a snake

Oh the joy of blackberry picking and eating a juicy pie
Worth every chigger but wishing they’d go bye, bye 

Playing a good game of softball on a Sunday afternoon
Our mothers waiting supper, hoping we’ll be home soon

Running through the broom sage in the cool, fall breeze
Sliding down snowy hills till our hands and feet would freeze

Nary a trail or sapling did we miss, if we had to crawl
 And scraping off that beggar lice was no fun at all

We all need to go back to that special, old place
Where all of our footsteps we can happily retrace

And listen to the sound of that old screen door
Slamming, slamming just like before

© Susie Swanson, 2015


  1. Susie, this is another great poem! I can relate to just about everything you wrote about. And oh those chiggers!! We don't seem to have as many as we did when I was a little girl. Maybe I'm just not out "playing" like back then. Thanks for all the special memories you stir up.

  2. Susie, I DO remember that old screen door. We had one at our house when I was growing up. There's nothing like them, is there? And swinging on the old tire swing in the front yard of my aunt's house. Oh, what pleasant memories you have stirred up with your wonderful poem. Thank you, Susie. It's always a pleasure coming over to visit.

    love, ~Sheri

    1. Thank you Sheri. I feel the same when I visit you.

  3. Oh, yes! I remember so much of what you do. Of course we seldom had snow but we sure had the slamming screen door and the lightening bugs! Good memories. Thanks for the reminder.

  4. Oh, Susie, I just love this poem about screen doors. It brings back so many wonderful memories. I lived each line of your poem in my memory. Great poem. I also miss the good old days when things were simple.

  5. Susie, I can still hear my mom yelling, "stop slamming that door" When she added her cuss word..we knew we better think twice about going back in or out. LOL. I would give anything to truly hear mommy yelling that once more. Blessings to you, xoxo,Susie

    1. Thank you Susie. I feel the same way. blessings to you.

  6. Thanks for sharing the memories in your lovely poem, Susie. Hugs and blessings to you!

  7. Susie, what a great summer poem. So many sweet memories captured here.

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