These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Days of Yore

The days of knights and castle moats
are way too far beyond
the memory of my lasting notes
'bout family hopes and bonds.

Yet, days of Yore for childlike me
were simple days of play
when phones were not so fancy-free,
and life was "come what may."

We'd often see the sun decline
behind the line of Earth,
and play our instruments in line,
a band of local worth.

I'd ride my bike, and feel the wind,
that tousled up my hair.
Emotions that could always mend
with hands-free riding flair.

The weekends were so lasting long.
We'd breathe relief at last.
to run out in the yard with song.
Our burdens quickly cast.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 1st, 2023