Like morning pans of bacon
Their faces spatter
Voices crisping in the early summer sun.

Last day of school anticipation reels; tumbling out of control in far off space awaiting the final bell.

At recess swishing swings are slicing wind and the whop of the breeze smacks hot, tiny faces.

Like little piggies they run; squealing and darting; pounding patent leather on pavement.
A fanfare of pulled pigtails and stolen kisses sound, delighting in love's young joust.

Then with Backpacks emptied, like a warrior's battle cry, the children cheer the final bell.

With swimming pool and cotton candy fantasies whirling in their heads they make for the door and into the magic that is a child's summer break.