Rural Arkansas Summer Memories

Rural Arkansas Summer Memories

by DJ Miller

These days run through my mind.
Riding my bicycle barefoot down an old gravel road,
Trying to stay between the ruts
But sometimes running through them,
Just for the thrill.

Finding a patch of ripe blackberries before the birds do.
Nothing tastes better with the hot sun beating down.
Pick them and eat them, they’re clean enough.

Meet you where the cold water fills the rice fields.
We can take a swim and cool off real fast.
Riding home on the handlebars, careful not to lean.

Shining with baby oil laying out on an old blanket
while we memorize the words of the songs playing on the radio.
Days like these.