Sing A Song Of Endless Summer

Sing A Song Of Endless Summer

Sing a song of endless summer,
S'more-fingers and ketchup-faces.
Neon water guns and melons cool,
lie piled on cloths and grassy spaces.

Shirtless boys in bandanas climb,
tree limbs and act as Indian scouts.
Teen boys sweaty from mowing grass,
slurp hose water into their mouths.

Young ladies paint their toenails blue,
while they sway on white porch swings.
Old gals tie up heavy tomato vines,
with green-colored garden strings.

Older gents sit on shady sidewalks,
in front of red-striped barber windows,
Playing chess and checker games,
from midday till only heaven knows.

Ice cream trucks make music,
sounding like big jack-in-the-boxes.
Kids beg for change from everyone,
jumping up and down like little foxes.

Mothers placing paper plates down,
with corn-on-the-cob and hot dogs,
Chiding eager ones not swim too soon,
or they'll cramp up and sink like logs.

Dogs chase cats around the block,
through sprinklers and into alleys.
They try to catch their enemy-friends,
but they escape the same as always.

Pockets full of rainbow chalk,
make stick-men on hop-scotch paths.
Kids running barefoot all day long,
now in much need of bubble baths.

In P.J.'s now on grownup laps,
tots see the firefly's intermittent glow.
and watch twinkling constellations,
shining down on them far below.

by: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman