Youthful Exuberance
Playing cards attached to bicycle spokes,
like a motor clickety-clack down the road;
hours spent at the neighborhood pond,
looking for tadpoles or some big old toad.
Rollerskating on city sidewalks,
a softball game played in the park;
flying a kite up high in the sky,
catching fireflies in a jar after dark.
Shooting the bad guys with a cap gun,
just like the cowboys out in the old west;
where the good guys always wear white hats,
and tin badged heroes did what was best.
A dip in the pool, a run through the sprinkler,
maybe a ride down the tallest slide;
counting to ten with your eyes closed,
while the rest of the kids go run and hide.
Summer days full of childhood pleasures,
Smores at the campfire, such sweet memories;
these are the days that we long remember,
fun filled days as free as the breeze.
Cheylin
(c) 2007
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-05 14:32:44
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