The Young Days of Summer
 
Some children run on the playground,
And I smile at the carefree sound
And think of days when I was young,
Those days to which I should have clung.
Back in the days when life was fair
With sunshine warm and our feet bare.
We'd scream and play in our backyard,
My clan and I liked to play hard.
Games of war and games of chase,
Hide-n-go-seek, maple tree base.
Swimming, climbing, searching and more;
Summertime was never a bore.
But I grew up and they will too.
Soon they will look back in review
And long for days that have passed by;
To play beneath the summer sky.