After The Picnic
A boy remembers summer116 total reviews
Comment from Writingfundimension
Hi, Bob
I very much enjoyed this poem and the way it brought up my own memories of spending a summer evening with family. Beer was always pretty prominent in most of our summer picnics, and usually behaviors would change. My favorite part was when fat Uncle Ted's chair caved in LoL.
:) Bev
reply by the author on 02-May-2018
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Hi, Bob
I very much enjoyed this poem and the way it brought up my own memories of spending a summer evening with family. Beer was always pretty prominent in most of our summer picnics, and usually behaviors would change. My favorite part was when fat Uncle Ted's chair caved in LoL.
:) Bev
Comment Written 01-May-2018
reply by the author on 02-May-2018
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Awww. Thanks for the wonderful review and six stars,Bev.You are so sweet. XX Bob
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You're very welcome, Bob. My pleasure! XO Bev
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Did you know thatDiane (Mrs.KT) is from Traverse? LOL XXBob
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I did not know that. This area seems to be a great incubator for all the arts. Hope you're feeling well, Bob. Hugs, Bev
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I am feeling great, Bev! Thanks for asking. Lyn thinks we should throw a party next year and invite all of the members from Michigan. I think there are six of us all together and oddly enough we are all from Western sideof ur state. LOL.. Bob
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That's a great idea, Bob! I'd love to see all of us together.
Hugs, Bev
Comment from Sandra du Plessis
A very well-written poem remembering summertime as a boy when the family gets together, the grown-ups talking and drinking on the stoep while the children play freely with sticky hands and watermelon.
reply by the author on 30-Apr-2018
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A very well-written poem remembering summertime as a boy when the family gets together, the grown-ups talking and drinking on the stoep while the children play freely with sticky hands and watermelon.
Comment Written 30-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 30-Apr-2018
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Thank you, Sandra. Bob
Comment from judiverse
A great nostalgic look at those fun times. I certainly remember our family get-togethers, and your poem reminds me of them. I loved Grandma threatening to take a switch to the boys for teasing the girls. They do like to do that. Aunt Joanne seems to be loosening up after the beer. We used to catch fireflies in Mason jars. The lawn chair caving in was another fun part to the festivities. Wonderful free verse, filled with memorable details. juid
reply by the author on 30-Apr-2018
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A great nostalgic look at those fun times. I certainly remember our family get-togethers, and your poem reminds me of them. I loved Grandma threatening to take a switch to the boys for teasing the girls. They do like to do that. Aunt Joanne seems to be loosening up after the beer. We used to catch fireflies in Mason jars. The lawn chair caving in was another fun part to the festivities. Wonderful free verse, filled with memorable details. juid
Comment Written 29-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 30-Apr-2018
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Well, thank you so much, my friend. I am so glad you enjoyed it and can relate. The six stars are truly a wonderfful gift. :) Bob
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You're very welcome. We had our share of family reunions. Now it's becoming difficult to get people together. judi
Comment from evilynne
What a nostalgic look at family life! I truly enjoyed reading this (I am part of a very small family so that type of memory doesn't really exist for me). Your writing is perfect as always. Evi
reply by the author on 30-Apr-2018
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What a nostalgic look at family life! I truly enjoyed reading this (I am part of a very small family so that type of memory doesn't really exist for me). Your writing is perfect as always. Evi
Comment Written 29-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 30-Apr-2018
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Well, thank you, my dear friend. You have made my day with those comments and the six stars. Bless you. :) Bob
Comment from happykat4
Cute poem and a good read. I think anyone in our age range experienced this poem first hand. The heat, the watermelon eating, the catching of fire flies and the noise that comes with a summer's evening. I thad to be a good time, full of fun. Usually someone always managed to get feelings hurt and the breakup of the event. That is when people decide to go and soon You realize Grandma, you and and a few others are trying to figure out how it's a party one minute and now an empty room. Until next time.. Thanks for sharing. Kathy
reply by the author on 30-Apr-2018
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Cute poem and a good read. I think anyone in our age range experienced this poem first hand. The heat, the watermelon eating, the catching of fire flies and the noise that comes with a summer's evening. I thad to be a good time, full of fun. Usually someone always managed to get feelings hurt and the breakup of the event. That is when people decide to go and soon You realize Grandma, you and and a few others are trying to figure out how it's a party one minute and now an empty room. Until next time.. Thanks for sharing. Kathy
Comment Written 29-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 30-Apr-2018
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Thanks so much, Kathy. Your review and six stars are truly appreciated, my frriend. Bob
Comment from RodG
Hi Bob. I like how you PUT US THERE at the picnic with your family. It was fun to meet Aunt Joanne and Uncle Ted and to hear those frogs on a steamy summer night.
To answer your question, No, our styles are quite different. This poem is free verse and I write traditional quatrains.
Rod
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Hi Bob. I like how you PUT US THERE at the picnic with your family. It was fun to meet Aunt Joanne and Uncle Ted and to hear those frogs on a steamy summer night.
To answer your question, No, our styles are quite different. This poem is free verse and I write traditional quatrains.
Rod
Comment Written 29-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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I meant the free and easy style. Sorry. Bob
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Yes, in that way our poems are alike. I try to reach a wide audience of young and old readers, and I think you do, too. Rod
Comment from Mark Valentine
What a great rush of summer picnic images this one has. The little things like pop cans floating in the cooler after the ice melts - mixed in with the beer cans - the adults laughter growing louder as the night goes on and the alcohol takes over - catching fireflies (we called them "lightning bugs") and putting them in a jar, "don't touch me" hot -- all of that creates a scene that feels real and transports the reader back to those days. I can hear my dad and his friends singing "Let Me Call You Sweetheart" and fishing out cans of Old Style from the cooler.
I like the stillness of the ending (after the "landslide of leaving" - great line) also.
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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What a great rush of summer picnic images this one has. The little things like pop cans floating in the cooler after the ice melts - mixed in with the beer cans - the adults laughter growing louder as the night goes on and the alcohol takes over - catching fireflies (we called them "lightning bugs") and putting them in a jar, "don't touch me" hot -- all of that creates a scene that feels real and transports the reader back to those days. I can hear my dad and his friends singing "Let Me Call You Sweetheart" and fishing out cans of Old Style from the cooler.
I like the stillness of the ending (after the "landslide of leaving" - great line) also.
Comment Written 29-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Thank, Mark..I am so glad you liked this one. Your input always means a lot to me. :) Bob
Comment from Pearl Edwards
Nicely done with this family poetry, Bob, memories of childhood days, when things seemed much more simple.
The different scenes, through your words, are easy to visualize, especially Uncle Ted's chair break. Enjoyed,
cheers.
valda
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Nicely done with this family poetry, Bob, memories of childhood days, when things seemed much more simple.
The different scenes, through your words, are easy to visualize, especially Uncle Ted's chair break. Enjoyed,
cheers.
valda
Comment Written 29-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Thanks so much, Valda. You are a sweetheart. :) Bob
Comment from l.raven
HI Bob, sounds like my life my sweet friend...but at the end of the night...mom made us let the fireflies go...we caught them in jars...boy does this bring back memories...I really enjoyed reading it...soooo very well written...and I love your picture...looks like my brothers...LOL...love your poem...love Linda xxoo
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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HI Bob, sounds like my life my sweet friend...but at the end of the night...mom made us let the fireflies go...we caught them in jars...boy does this bring back memories...I really enjoyed reading it...soooo very well written...and I love your picture...looks like my brothers...LOL...love your poem...love Linda xxoo
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Awww. Thanks Linda. What a wonderful fan you are. :) X Bob
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and you are a wonderful friend...and always so welcome Bob...smiling back at ya...love xxoo
Comment from karenina
Such a joy to read. In the past this would have set up fine as a "family movie reel" that we'd all gather round and watch and laugh and make silly jokes at. I remember the very summer nights you capture so skillfully! You could have been
describing my cousins and brothers! The best poetry captures life as truly as a vase holds genuine roses....except no thorns!
Karenina
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Such a joy to read. In the past this would have set up fine as a "family movie reel" that we'd all gather round and watch and laugh and make silly jokes at. I remember the very summer nights you capture so skillfully! You could have been
describing my cousins and brothers! The best poetry captures life as truly as a vase holds genuine roses....except no thorns!
Karenina
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Thanks so very much, Karenna. I appreciate you. :) Bob