Summer Fun

Childhood memories are fun to remember Especially the days before from May to September. Crrraaaaccck what was that? Oh the sound of a base ball bat. There in the park is the little league. Summer heat has yet to fatigue. Oh there is my lovely and favorite tree The one whose bark skinned my knee But it did have its upside As it was my place to hide. Oh my it is Sunday morning Time to head for our Weekly warning. Damnation , fire and Hell Await me, oh well. I remember the creek Oh to jump in and shriek At the top of our lungs Praying we did not bite our tongues. Being outside at first morning light Not going back in til it was night Chasing all those butter flies Oh those were the days that have gone by. Those were the days of summer fun Too bad I did not know life had just begun.