The way that we waited for summer to come.
sat on the sand holding grandmothers hand
as she told us about those olden ways,
cross your fingers
throw some salt,
hold your tongue
and you'll
find no fault in
neighbours,
be polite to the elderly
show kindness to strangers
and when you're six it's all fiddlesticks anyway,
but Grannie always had her say as we waited for
summer to come.