Summer in my Mind

Escaping
Summer’s heat
Scorch me
The oak’s company
Makes the sun play
Hide and seek
Golden brown
The skin on my cheek
Wet and cool
River stones
Scratching
Clumsy feet
Forever gone
A carefree youth
In many ways
Unique


Fallen Oak
I was not there
When it happened
A giant oak
Fallen
A special crossing
Created
My refuge
A respite
Rather than
A deluge

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-01-08. Dawn and I spent the whole week appreciating single old oaks and young saplings clinging to their leaves and oak islands in the middle of pine and birch forests. This took me back to ‘my own’ fallen oak in the bend of the Du Toit’s River where we used to 'swim'.


Counting Time
Fourteen
I can never
Catch again
Forty four
I’m not
Planning the end
Fifty four
Another
Decade to contend
Peace within self
Something
To attain

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-01-08