Upon a Time

Once,

I said –

once there was

a sweet summer,

long days all golden.

Oh, you don't believe me?

But I was there, I knew it.

I traipsed the wide green all those hours

indeed all those days, the blue above

deep and endless, in my sunny childhood.

They nodded indulgently – well, some did –

and turned away to their own pleasures.

Their summer was city buildings

and hot streets drifting with dust.

How could they hear my talk?

They wanted ice cream

and movie screens,

not my old,

distant

'once'.

At dVerse just now, we are writing etherees about summer. 
I made it an exercise for myself to do it with all end-stopped lines.

The photo is of where I live now, not where I spent my childhood,
but it illustrates the kind of landscape well enough.