Thursday, May 3, 2007

That Summer ~By Kristy Ross~

I Remember that summer.
That summer, Daddy wasn’t a plumber.
We had so many adventures,
Drawing dirt caricatures,
Building sand castles,
We had a summer without any hassles.
I remember that summer.

That summer was at Sunflower Park.
We lived in that park.
We slept in a tent, too.
It was our intent to
No matter the weather.
That summer we were all together.
I remember that summer.

That summer I was only six.
Yet I learned so many little tricks.
Like how to make lemonade without lemonade mix.
We had your lemonade ready in a fix!
Sorry if we accidentally threw in a few ticks.
We spent our evenings splashing in the cricks.
I remember that summer.

I look back on that summer,
That summer was no bummer.
That summer in the park
Listening to the lark,
That summer in the meadow,
Where we left a permanent shadow.
I remember that summer.

That summer is what made me “me.”
That summer we had no home.
That summer was our home.
It was home to the secrets
That didn’t need to be seeked.
That summer was no bummer.
I will never forget that summer.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love the view point of a young child as well as your rhyme scheme.