Summertime

Summertime


Slip down swift, low hanging branch
Barefoot run to mildewy garage
Three buddies and a brother and a sister
Sharing cupcakes in the 4’o clock blister

Grown ups, full bellies, all drowsy - asleep,
For they cannot bear the summer sun’s heat
They think its crazy that we can’t be still
For a moment all day, or when starlight spills

Oh, what a waste, there is so much
To do, gather, scatter, build and plunge
Hide in dark corners, seek hidden treasures,
Maps there aren’t, so ingenious measures

All day long, its busy busy time,
Candy for company and sweet drink of lime
We play, we scamper, tell stories and cry
Over Little fights, but make it up alright

Sometimes we hear the grown ups say
‘let them be, ‘tis their time for play’
They will grow up, before one can blink
Of that, this summer they shu’nt have to think

A time that’ll stay in their hearts all life
Like a warmglowing pool of golden light
Just a dip in there, in distress or pain
And they will be happy children again

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