When this old snapshot came alive

Dragged me back into a long ago time

When I was only six or maybe five

Mom would pack us all lunches

Peanut butter on home made bread

Grape or cherry cool aid in a plastic jug

Sweet sugar rushes to the head

The bus fare dime we never used

We’d always walk not take the bus

You see a dime could buy an ice cream

And our feet were good enough for us

For the little ones there was a wading pond

To splash and keep each other cool

The older kids would stand in line

To get inside the deeper adult pool

A playground with cool monkey bars

To hang upside-down at dizzying height

A merry-go-round that went so fast

You had to hold on real, real tight

Ragged towels and ragged old blanket

My those were special days for sure

But we always packed up to head for home

When the Shipyard whistle blew at four

Mom would greet us when we got home

Aromas of supper and baking on the air

Watch for your father coming home from work

Then a family supper we’d all share

Now those childhood days are long gone

Swimming pools made way for something new

But I still have this old faded photograph

And this great memory I shared with you…