| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 9/7/2000 3:25:11 AM 10/7/2022 7:31:55 PM | 894 |
Indian Princess
One of those golden days of summer, far from work and worry,
Relaxed fun in sand strewn waters, no reason or rhyme for hurry.
Young mother watching in the sixties sun,
Three children playing, in the slow river's run.
The Platte river is a languid sandy beast today.
The green grass on the bright banks,
The goldenrod waving a soft wind's hello.
A blue sky above, perfect azure bowl,
Cloudless dreaming, nothing to control.
Silver gray blue water sparkles run around the sand bars.
Two young boys running, from sand to water,
An old inner tube glistening black rubber,
Straight white blond hair and tiny gold red curls,
Darkened by waters in rivulets and whirls.
The mother's brown eyes gaze to her daughter's form.
Small child at play, dark brown and bared to the sun,
Coal black hair so long and straight, black eyes full of fun.
Wading like a vision in the Nebraska summer's hand,
Three deer behind drinking the Platte, fearless where they stand.
A moment framed forever, in a young mother's mind.
I can't begin to tell you, but there was magic in those times.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
Author's Comments
A memory, favorite of my mother of our youth, one of those perfect days in a time before time, my memories of it are warm, this is hers. Mom (Judy Oberbruner, nee Nofri) Myself, Jeff, Lori. Summer, 1970. I remember this day so blissfully.
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 9/7/2000 3:25:11 AM 10/7/2022 7:31:55 PM | 894 |
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| Leigh | marin@kci.net | 3/2/2001 5:42:04 PM | |
| This brings many of my own memories to mind .... the South Platte meanders it's way on the east side of town, and we have spent a lot of wonderful days there .... fishing ... walking ... exploring ... enjoyig the warm sunshine. Your childhood sounds so wonderful -- every story you tell overflows with the love of your family. *s* Leigh | |||