Ode to Childhood

Hopscotch with shells and whirlybirds,
swinging weeeee with our words.
Walking with cousins barefoot in the grass
Playing with friends, hoping summer will last.

No school, outside and free,
it is time just to be me.
On the porch swing, shelling peas
I prefer to snap green beans, please.

Straight from the garden, a summer snack.
Chores done, potatoes stored in the shack.
Childhood summers make me wish for more,
tree climbing, river-side camping on a sandy shore.

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