Summer

Fresh blistering asphalt, blackened young, tender feet
Tar bubbles popping as they ran full speed down Morton street
Careless,carefree summers soon to be etched in their minds
Long golden August days from a much simpler time
First stop Turner's market for pixie stix and gum
Then off to the Baker park as fast as they could run
Swinging so high , bare feet touching chamelion clouds
Singing sweet songs of summer , singing them out loud
In time we forget those golden summer days
They fade from our memory...lost to old age
But every now and again a moment seeps in
Through the eyes of our children where we find them again.