Days of Summer

Days of Summer

I don't want to grow up

I want the days of summer

To be as long as I remember

I want to go to the park

And swing on the swings

Legs pumping high

And stomach dropping 

Watching the ground shift

Feet flying over trees

Until the only thing I can see

Is the clear blue sky

I want to play outside

On the hottest days

And only stop long enough

To eat orange Popsicles

That melt sticky all over

My hands and fingers

Licking and slurping up the sweet mess

Until my lips are stained orange

I want to drink

Straight from the garden hose

The cool fresh water

Running down my chin

Onto the soft grass at my feet

I want to make

Rainbows of spray

That fall down on me

And cool my skin

Then I want to jump

In the mud puddles I have created

I want to ride my bicycle

As fast as I can down a giant hill

My hair blowing behind me

Let go of the handle bars

And find my balance

Before I go sideways

And then walk right back up the hill

To do it all over again

I want to run around the lawn

In my barefeet

Feel the blades of grass

Reach and tickle between my toes

I want the soles of my feet

To be black from the tarmac

When I come inside 

At the end of the day

Because I have forgotten

Where I have left my shoes

I may have gotten older

But I don't ever

Want to grow up

Words: ©2019LCR
Image: CCO