Holding On To Summer
Summer freedom came when the
last bell rang, telling us that summer
vacation had started.
No more teachers telling us what to do,
no more homework, until after Labor Day.
Time for us to do what we wanted.
Sleeping in and all the freedom we wanted
was ours for the taking.
Bike riding until our legs ached,
but we didn't care one bit.
Swimming holes in the country
was where we headed on those
long hot days.
Friends together doing what
we loved.
Watching lighting bugs
as they flew over our heads
was such a joy.
Telling ghost stories or
about men from outer space
coming down to visit us.
Movies, reading our comics
on a raining day, what a tender
memory that was. Childhood days
went by way to fast as did
our summer vacation, we were
always wanting to hold on to summer,
knowing that Labor Day would soon be
here and back to school we would go.
Written 8-11-11
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