The Summer Days of Youth

By: Fee

I remember lazy summer days

With no complaints of being bored

Just happy to be out of school

And sweet sunshine days so adored

Mom would pack us all a lunch

Bottles of Kool Aid and a dime

“Off you go and watch the young-uns

Mind your home by suppertime.”

Then other days we’d decide

To roam the woods close by

With a cup and a plastic pail

Picking berries beneath a perfect sky

Saving money for the fair

That came but once a year

Can you taste the cotton candy

Washed down with root beer

More often then not we’d hang out

In the vacant field next door

For a game of stick baseball

No fancy gloves for brothers four

I can’t forget our vacations either

On a red soil farm in PEI

Those were the best of times

Looking back I smile and sigh

Summer time memories are gold

When our only worries used to be

If we could find another nickel

For the ice cream man at three…