in playgrounds of wonder, arachnids roam..
Summer breezes initiate childhood memories, caught
in prairies of time, the fascination---a reverence..
Through golden fields we played, as innocent and
pure as those spiders, we kept as pets in glass jars..
A brief moment caught in pastures of time, so vivid
capturing clear visions, the curiosity---a daring..
Prairies and banana spiders, have since moved
onward to an ever-changing world, never forgotten..
Withstanding tests of time, spinning networks for
another generation, it’s natures way---a blessing..
...Charles Edwards (pen name) was born and raised in Chicago by a Southern family. A long-time Californian, widowed, retired offset printer who has been writing poetry for several years. His first publication appears in 2019/Winter issue of 'October Hill' magazine.