Fun In the Street
On the street a block away
The children come out to play
In hydrant water courtesy
Of the town’s fire department.
Their screeches of joy
Rivaled only by the chirping
Of birds diving for a splash,
In what has become a gigantic
Birdbath made for comfort
From the sweltering heat
Of an overheated mid-July.
I long to join the joyous melee,
But folks would think it weird
This eighty-year-old, in trunks,
Laughing and cavorting merrily
With the children who know me,
Who would think nothing of it!
Written July 26, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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