When we were young, summer days were carefree
We were not bored with just watching TV.
Friends would come by; we'd play games in the yard.
Hopscotch or skipping rope, nothing too hard.
On sunny days we'd head for the river.
The sight of the water made us quiver.
We'd jump on the rocks until we fell in,
then paddle our feet or pretend to swim.
Some days we played with our dolls in the shed,
while other days we played softball instead.
Or go to the back woods, hike and explore;
I just can't say which of these I liked more.
Every two weeks a bookmobile came by.
We'd get excited as it would draw nigh.
And all too soon, you'd hear such a big sigh.
Time for school; how the summer has flown by.
(c) Beverly Nippard, June 2004
(PS I'm the one riding the bike in the middle picture!)
