Childhood Summers
I loved my childhood summers
In the mountains, where we stayed
In a small, one-bedroom bungalow
Where memories were made.
We didn’t mind the lack of space;
Outside were fields of grass
With lots of friends to hang with -
Oh, how quickly time did pass!
In day camp we had arts and crafts;
We swam and ran around
And played on teams in every sport
Where balls or nets were found.
Specifics now have vanished
From the cells inside my brain,
But the happy feelings overall
Still powerfully remain.
We had such freedom then as kids;
Our days belonged to us.
So when our moms yelled, “Suppertime!”
We bounded home, no fuss.
The youth today, on hearing this,
Would not know what I mean,
For summers now are supervised
Or spent before a screen.
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