Twirls and whirlybirds in the wind, playing with cousins and friends.
Walking barefoot in the grass and hoping summer will last.
No school, outside and free, it’s the time just to be me.
Cousins on the porch swing, shelling purple hull peas.
I will snap green beans instead, if you please.
Summer snacks come straight from the garden.
We enjoy the evening breeze when the chores are done.
Climbing trees, city pool, river-side camping, and sandy shore
are childhood summers that make me wish for more.
I’ve watched my kids and now grandkids enjoy many summers too.
Their memories are intertwined with mine both old and new.
What more can I say, summer is a time to play.
What delightful images come to mind while reading this poem!
Your neighbor at FMF,
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