Summer Days

Kicking an empty beer can, right down the middle of main street. Taking time to stop and talk, to any friends that I might meet. Hey Red Rover, Red Rover, come on over if you’re not scared. Spin the bottle, take my chance, trying for the girl with red hair. With an ice-cold Coke and a, grape pixie stick for us to share. Walking on the hot steel rail, with no shoes and never a care. Why is your beer so yellow, cause it’s filled with vitamin Pee. Pass me another cold one, anyone seen that darn church-key. ‘57 Chevrolet, bright cherry red and blazing fast. Cruise the square and Burger bar, trying hard to make the night last. Steering wheel in my left hand, the other around your shoulder. Planning for a life we’ll share, together when we are older. Garage filled with minivans, children’s toys scattered on the yard. Have those few hours between, work and bed always been this hard. This heat makes it hard to breathe, as summer forces us to hide. Sit in air-conditioning, and never stick our nose outside. Napping in our rocking chairs, eyesight dim and hair faded gray. I know that I have been blessed, to share with you those summer days.