The boy gazed into the sky
As he sat upon the swing
With the sun to warm his face
Enjoying the last days of spring.
Soon spring would pass
Summer soon would be here
He could feel it
It was getting near.
Thoughts of play
Dance merrily in his head
Not having any school
Sleeping late in his big, comfy bed.
Running through the meadow
And climbing that big tree
Going to the top
Seeing all that he could see.
Splashing in the stream
Watching fish scurry about
This would be the best summer ever
Of that he'd have no doubt.
In some dusty lot
They'd be a game of baseball
And this would continue
From now until the fall.
As for the neighbor girl
He might this year say hello
She didn't seem that yucky anymore
He might, you never know.
Waiting for the ice cream truck
On a hot summer day
Nothing cooled you better
After all that play.
Sleeping in the backyard
Fireflies dancing in the night
Toasting marshmallows
Telling stories by flashlight.
Now the boy has grown
And the playground swing is still
But the memories remain so clear
My guess is they always will.
(c)2008 T.Lafountain