The summer seems a moving picture in your mind
Days stretched out like lifetimes, fields of memories inscribed
-In the tree bark
-In the uplifting smooth air
And the sun
It is the sun that beats your downcast eyes
You revisit memory lane time and time again
Reading the memory inscribed on your
Walking path-remember?
When Johnny stuck his tongue to a frozen playground pole?
Or Kyle's crush on Katie in the 5th grade?
And such things strike as children's laughter
The times when childhood flowed like water,
A fountain of youth those years
Of which you have had your share
And the memories blossom fruitfully
Although, now, you drink from a trickle
And now the days are shorter-
But you sometimes pretend, you are
Only gone away for a short while