Summers Past
climbing trees
skinned up knees
the smell of fresh mowed grass
roller kates with big yellow wheels
showing off
racing down hills
playing games of truth or dare
falling from trees
but you don't care
barbie and ken making out
mom walks in
starts freaking out
bee stings and mosquito bites
all those silly childhood fights
fireworks that light the sky
tricking little sis into eating mud pie
peeling a sunburn was oh so cool
hey no running at the pool
boys were rotten
girls were dandy
pop rocks
and that hard rock candy
slinkys and silly puddy
running through sprinklers
getting muddy
and the smell of fresh mowed grass
counting the days til school starts again
too bad childhood has to end
poem by Lori Hopkins
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