I pinned my hopes on summer time,
in school, when still the kid.
I thought of things I hoped to do;
then most of them, I did.
From mid-June until September,
I didn't go to school.
The perfect time for lying out,
I'd sun beside the pool.
I'd ride my bike down rocky hills
with cousins, or my friend.
I'd pick ripe melons from the vine
or berries `round the bend.
The summer foods delighted me;
things cooked on outdoor grills.
We'd picnic under the pine trees,
not worrying over spills.
In the evening close to sunset,
with fireflies flying`bout,
the moon lit up the nighttime sky,
with crickets crying out.
The soft night breeze enveloped me
with scent of sweet perfume;
honeysuckle, myrtle bushes,
with roses still in bloom.
I wish once more to feel the thrill
of summer in the sun,
but now, I feel mosquito bites;
this life's not so much fun.
My childhood time is long since spent.
The wonder world is gone.
The summer's lost its mystic touch,
but memories linger on.
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