“School’s out!” we cried in exhilaration,
Freedom from lessons and homework at last,
We went away on summer vacation,
“When do we get there?” we constantly asked.
Hikes in the mountains and dips in the sea,
Roadside attractions to visit each day,
Sunburn, mosquitos, and poison ivy,
Seasonal hazards to which we fell prey,
Memories of summer shimmer in haze,
The sweet taste of sweat on a thirsty tongue,
Nights lit by fireflies, long were the days,
A summer’s a lifetime when you are young.
We had no idea how charmed were our lives,
This I remember when summer arrives.
About the Creator
Denise Shelton writes on a variety of topics and in several different genres. Frequent subjects include history, politics, and opinion. She gleefully writes poetry The New Yorker wouldn't dare publish.