Summer Days


Bubbles like mirrors reflecting joyous smiles,
Floating quick along the crisp summer air,
Enough energy to float for miles,
As the glorious sun beats down on my hair.
The ringing from the ice cream truck is heard,
Children hoot and holler as they follow,
Their money is exchanged without a word,
Gulping down their treats without a swallow.
But thunder clouds roll across the sky,
Children scurry and scream as it starts to pour,
This beautiful day they say goodbye,
Oh well, oh well tomorrow we'll play more.
Windows get slammed shut and dinner is served,
Tired from play their sleep is well deserved.

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