to Be a Kid
There are no Mondays
Tuesdays are the weekend
And Sundays are a Friday
Oh to be enthralled
By gorging frybread
Pancakes in bed
Couches for beds
And bunkbeds at the cousins
Sweet dreams and to
Play all night instead
This is a week
There are yet 2
Months and someth'n left
In this season
Paradise is our guest
Bliss mixed with
Many sticky popsicle sticks
And many legs running
Lungs out of breath
We call this summer
3 months no less
Boys hanging with
The boys
He man woman hating
Girls can be annoying
Tease'em and can't ignore'em
Ingnoring the girls can be
Destroying
Know the enemy
Sleep well war and
Play tomorrow morning
Fishing the nights away
These Summers days
Will never change
Stars and Summer
Stories we'll never
Lose this kind o glory
Oh to be a kid
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poem by Deci Hernandez
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