The Best Summers

January 4, 2010
When I hear the word
"Summer"
I think of those long, sunny days
When we ran barefoot all the time
letting the mud squelch between our toes
When we would spend the whole day
sitting on Carl's playset
Arguing about nothing
Somebody would always go home in a huff
But never stay away too long
because it was too much fun.
Remember the time of Harry Potter and fishing in the creek
Lemonade- 25 cents
That little red car and sidewalk chalk and the bike
that somebody never learned to ride
The disappointment that came with the long loud whistle
When Carl had to go home and playing with the dogs
Those times when we were locked outside
all afternoon
Crazy ideas like exploding soda cans in the street and
those stupid dares- The "Secret Game"
and square dancing in Lindsay's living room.
Teasing whoever got off school last and who
had to return first.
I remember when I was fearless.
Flying down the hill- trying to prove that
being a girl didn't make me a chicken
I miss those days.
I miss lying in the soft, yellowish grass
in the shade, listening to
the birds and cicadas sing loudly
in the woods
I miss peace.
I miss innocence
I miss doing nothing and loving every second of it-
hanging out with my best friends
But, we're in high school now.
and the Era of Fun is over.
We're too old to goof off
too big for the swing sets
too busy to do nothing
and to good to be together.
I can't forget it though
Never- and even though you
pretend not to care
I know you remember.





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Morgan M. said...
Mar. 12, 2011 at 4:13 pm
Great poem! I really  like  the idea and storyline of the poem. I'm not sure this is real, but I can relate to it either way! Great job!
 
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