Day 1 - a day of firsts

"And now, our prompt! Continuing with the theme of firsts, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that has the same first line as another poem." www.napowrimo.net

So I already picked my first line from the poem I put up earlier this week Arabic Coffee by Naomi S. Nye.

It was never too strong for us:
the south Texas sun right before
Summer officially started.

I can still feel the tree bark, rough against my raw hands.
I can still feel the pillow thick, prickly grass against my neck.
I can still feel the dry wind, burning against my sun tanned dirty legs.

Still climbing and grasping for that perfect summer day,
in Texas,
no clouds in the sky and a cool 95 degrees.