Of Colored Streamers
Noise arose from past my window
And I looked to find the reason,
Yet, nothing did I see, nothing heard
Darn, my mind is 'changing season'
I rather have the Summer
Then, my vision went to work
As I took seat at window pane,
I saw and then I heard
The chattering drops of rain
Amusing children of Summer
Boys and girls, a daylight dream
Like an old movie recalled from past,
Long, it's been that knickered boys
Filled the Roaring 20's cast
As In days of my own summer
To some, noise was ever a nuisance
Many kids owned pearl handled cap guns
Eying bad guys and Indian arrows
Who made the noise? We were the ones
It was fun, that time of Summer
I was called , 'Sharp Shot Sam'
The little girl next door was 'Sling Shot Sally,'
She was my ally in many 'wars'
Our battlefield, Mom called an alley
I miss those 'wars' of Summer
When tricycles held colored streamers
Sally was decorating an Arabian steed,
My little red wagon was ordinary as can be
To match the plain of a prairie weed
Summer, a wonderful Summer
Summers remain my special seasons
That noise outside is a treasure in life,
Chatter now heard is from colored streamers
Waving on tricycle still owned....by my wife
Years later, we married, in Summer
Copyright © Lou Schreiberg | Year Posted 2010
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