Blue eyes on a freckled face
cloaked in auburn curls.
Slingshot from a hidden place
shooting snails at girls.

Naughty boys will always be.
Dash from Mother’s broom.
Upside down up in the tree
or exiled to his room.

Summer drawing to a close
Ravens on a fence
Squishy mud between his toes
Bull frog hunting tense.

Yet soon the leaves will spiral down
and school will catch him up.
Though now he wears the jester’s crown
While wrestling with your pup.

Enjoy these summer fleeting days
for they are passing fast.
Remember him in all his ways.
His childhood will not last.