The nights are equal to the days,
and bird song fills the air
as Mother Nature now displays
her beauty everywhere!
Awakened by the noisy jays
consorting without care,
I close my eyes again and laze;
I hope I’ve time to spare.
And as I drift, my thinking strays
to days beyond compare….
But duty calls, my form obeys;
for work, I must prepare.
The unrelenting sun’s ablaze
and, blinded by the glare,
my mind is shrouded in a haze
that draws me back to where…
…the sunshine signaled R and R,
the Beaver Pool, a Dilly bar,
the smell of baby oil and tar,
and lightning bugs inside a jar.
Each year when summertime arrives,
I can’t help but recall
the fun-filled months of endless play.
Back then, we had it all!
We filled our daily lives
by doing as we pleased —
an ice cream cone or sweet parfait —
all yearnings were appeased.
At blue skies we would stare
when lying on the grass
in our backyards or by a brook,
whose water looked like glass.
For me, on days that weren’t so fair,
I’d stay inside and read;
a mystery or romance book
fulfilled my every need.
Alongside River Road,
I’d often choose to stroll;
when I would pause to watch a barge,
relaxing was the goal.
Since then, I’ve mostly strode
with purpose on my climb.
And now, when needing to recharge,
I think back to the time…
…when sunshine signaled R and R,
the Beaver Pool, a Dilly bar,
the smell of baby oil and tar,
and lightning bugs inside a jar.
When mental skies are overcast,
you needn’t search too far
to find the joy of summers past.
That child is who you are!