Good 'ol summer days (god, I love 'em)
Good ‘Ol Summer Days
Fireworks, hot dogs, hide and seek in the dark
Slope shouldered willow tree, by the lake in the park
Lightning bugs rising, living sparks in the skies
Prisms of light, reflected in toddler’s amazed eyes
Sausage and burgers, hickory smoke and barbecue smells
Ripe barnyard odors, sounds of far-off church bells
Redolent richness of honey locust, saturates summer air
Summery scents, like bramble burrs, seemingly glued in ‘lil girls hair
Short lives of dainty mayflies, mating dance o’er slow muddy rivers
Skinny dips, swimming holes, warm winds, goose- bumpy shivers
Coppertone lotion, peeling nose, wraparound sunglasses
Hangin out at the library, summer-school catch-up classes
Clatter of sticks on white picket fences, Playin cards chatter on bicycle spokes
‘lil boys making noise, wooden swords, and vicious dragon slayin strokes
Iron tastin water from galvanized dippers
Haircuts on back porches, dad’s ‘ol hand snippers
Tick adorned hound dog, asleep in the shade
Lightning and thunder, kids and cats, all afraid
Carnivals, ferris wheels, tilt a whirls, cotton candy
Sweet applesauce, tart apple cider, piquant peach brandy
Meanderin, mossy, frog filled lil creeks, one lane, rust brushed bridges
Water snakes, tadpoles and crawdads, a million pesky midges
Wasps, paper nests, tucked up tight under eaves
Shorts, no socks, workmen sweatin, rolled up sleeves
Daylight stayin out late, morning light comin real early
Dogs wriggling on backs, not chasin nothing, just actin squirrelly
Stomp the ground, listen close, hear earthworms hiss into holes
Pillowly soft grass, raised ridges, tunnels excavated by moles
Frisky dogs catchin Frisbees, aluminum baseball bats a’clinkin
Warm cow manure smell, road kill possum and skunk a’stinkin
Cane pole, fishin hole, homemade cork bobber
Neighbor’s Saint Bernard, droopy jaws drippin slobber
Well tended gardens, watermelon wine
The scaling of trellis by morning glory vine
Chigger bites itchin from blackberry pickin
Kids clownish red mouths from popsicle lickin
Mud puddles, barefeet, squishy mud between toes
Bumblebees, moon glow and perfect rainbows
Sleepy dogs, cryin kids, fields of blue and white clover
Strange ‘lil spiders on silken threads flyin over
Soul caressing, sultry, and soft summer nights
Poison ivy, sun burn blisters and itchy skeeter bites
Tranquil murmurs of turtle doves, piercing calls of brassy blue jay
Hangin ricks of golden tobacco, smell of new mown timothy hay
Do you miss, as much as I do… those good ‘ol summer days?
poem by David Whalen
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