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Do you remember when summer was summer?
Crazy with June we ran
Sticky fingers syrupy with popsicle drips
And tongues stained in shades of fake fruits
Daisy chain days
Crabapple happy
Hands clapping to silly sing-song rhymes
Trees climbed high to find
The perfect perch for our bird light bodies
Rainy days
Dancing in the drops that hit the hot street
And vanished with a sizzle
Shady days
Lying in the warm grass laughing
Daydreaming of the boys we loved
And loving the girls we were
When summer was summer.
submitted for Poetry Pantry 136 at Poets United
7 comments:
Oh yes, I remember those summers! Loved those popsicles. What a sticky wonderful treat on a hot summer day! And lying in the warm grass....ants and all...what fun memories!
OMG, I LOVE this poem. As I read it, I felt like a child again, the sticky hands from popsicles, the summer sun, banging in and out of the screen door, when all of life was sunny and there was nothing to do all day but swim and play. Sigh. A fantastic write, kiddo.
smiles...summers of our youth seemed so much different...not a care in the world and life seemed so grand ahead of us...
I still love spending time outdoors in the summer. And iceblocks on a hot day
I wear hair bands a lot; do you think I probably look like that girl in the tree? No? I look more like the tree? Well, shit. You're no fun!
But your poem is. I loved this, and know just what you mean about "when summer was summer". This is as warm and sweet as the front lawn in June.
I do - how do we get it back?
good time to write about summer's past (in the winter)
good memories
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