Summer Days
I loved the days when I was young and free
eating sand in my food as I sat by the sea
the sounds of the ocean waves
exploring in those cliff face caves
the days were long and hot and sticky
happy times shared with my friend Micky
ice-creams melting dripping down our arms
seaside shops selling rocks shells and charms
buckets and spades and a packed picnic hamper
for fear of rain we'd take us a jumper
paddling close to shore-afraid to swim
sometimes my dad would throw us both in
the long journey home endured in dad's car
good old dad- the man was a star
coastal days in my memory cling
how we would laugh, dance and sing
now sitting in my office all hot and sticky
thoughts of my youth and old mate Micky
the weekend is coming-it's just round the corner
I'll meet up with Micky if the weather stays warmer
Copyright © Julie Achilles | Year Posted 2020
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