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Summer Hols

by Dave Fitzgerald

Staying out til nearly dark.
Playing football in the park.
Picnic pop full of crumbs.
Baseball games with all our Mums.

Outside the house the whole day.
Never short of things to play.
Take a towel to the lido pool.
Jump from the high board like a fool.

In the sun and getting brown
Without the need for lying down.
Scrumping apples all more fun
When the farmer makes you run.

Oh those crazy summer days
We enjoyed in many ways.
Oh I wish I was nine again.
I hope summer's fun, now that I'm ten.

05/25/2007

Posted on 05/25/2007
Copyright © 2024 Dave Fitzgerald

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alisa Js on 05/25/07 at 06:27 PM

!! LOL !! Great one here, written from the perspective of a child. I remember when time passed by seemingly soooooooooo slow as a child. We even counted the months. Nine years and one month old, two months old, etc. etc... thanks for bringing back those delightful memories.. aloha..;-0

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/25/07 at 09:13 PM

Lots of playful action in this - a well set scene of being a kid in summer. bare feet on the hot pavement, wondering where I left my thongs.... ah, you take me back..

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/08/07 at 03:23 AM

Dave, you did a beautiful job with this topic. Congratulations.

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