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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Rigoler Avatar
July 18, 2025 at 10:20 PM
My summers were nothing exceptional – fishing for brook trout, blueberrying in season, gardening, rollerskating. swimming, hut building in the woods etcetera! Your poem brought me back to those activities. / Maurice
Flood Avatar
July 16, 2025 at 5:06 PM
And you are not wrong, Ilene. I look back on youtube and Facebook postings at how archaic the seventies were… but I don’t remember it that way. It was life, it was fun, it was simply ‘then’. And as a young man….. I was happy as Larry. And whoever, the hell, Larry was… cheers pal! Terry ;-)
Allison Avatar
July 16, 2025 at 1:53 PM
oh the halcyon days of childhood Ilene, I think we had so much more freedom then and much less health and safety stopping us from having fun and no computers or hand held devices to turn us into keyboard junkies. hugs jan x
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