When I Was Nine

Sultry morning Hot air passes through my bedroom curtains With a reminder summer has returned for certain Fans buzzing about Up and at them Grab my bike Perhaps take a hike Mom making potato salad At that time our neighborhood was busy with kids School was out how thankful I was I can remember running down to the local park There was a group there doing arts and crafts Yes I’ll make my Mom a potholder, weaving along a pattern gabbing with the other kids Stripped shorts Tied tops Sneakers and short socks Back home for lunch I guess I’ll wait awhile and take a swim Here comes my cousin he’s jumping in Summer fun