Those endless summer days
Playing in the sand
Or even on the tar
Who gave a damn…
The joy of running around
Not getting found
At lunch time or to bathe
The world was a blissful place
Making new friends at times
Or leaning ties behind
To forge them back later on
Short memory can be profound
The summer heat felt cool
As sweat left deep pools
But one seldom remembers
The sunburn was a feather