Summer Fun
There is always joy in the summer season.
Getting out of school for ten weeks is one reason.
However, there is one thing about summer I like.
No, I’m not talking about riding my bike,
or going through the woods to take a hike.
My old man drives an old beat-up Ford.
Summer camp for me is one thing he can’t afford.
So for this time, I am stuck in the city.
However, for me, you need not feel pity.
If I have a couple of bucks, I’m in luck.
I just wait for that Italian water ice truck.
August 22, 2012
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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