Varied In The Summer Sun
By sidewinder
I can remember growing up in the summer sun, Playing in the ditch catching crawdads and sunperch, Riding the neighbor's horse, Knocking on the door where an elderly lady would make Popsicles for all the neighborhood kids, And we'd smile and say, "Thank you!", And she'd say, " you're welcome! Come back tomorrow?" We'd take off on our bikes trying to catch the daylight, Things were so simple then, What happened to those days? Now each of us have grown up trying to raise our own families, And I'm a middle aged poet trying to find inspiration, Maybe one day I'll be the elderly one who makes refreshments for a new generation, telling my stories where the games brighten a new heart varied in the summer sun. Feb. 21, 2001 Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 08:00 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • contemporary
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"I can remember growing up in the summer sun,..."