Summers spent along the creek
We’d run down the sandy path
Heading to the waters’s edge
Where we kept our homemade rafts.
Two inner tubes tied together
Made quite a sturdy boat
As long as there were no holes made
We would stay afloat.
The water cold, the current swift
It would carry us for miles
The look upon our faces
Brings back a pleasant smile.
Catfish, turtles, snakes and frogs
We all shared the summer’s pleasures
Who knew those days would prove to be
A life memory to treasure.
At night we sat around the fire
Telling spooky stories
Toasting marshmallows on a stick
Some frightening, some gory
In the morning, up at dawn
I could hear the bacon frying
The smell of breakfast fills the air
Our towels on the line still drying.
Climbing down the wooden ladder
From our treehouse made of scraps
Sitting round the table
My baby brother in mama’s lap.
Trips to Europe, expensive vacations
Nothing ever topped those days
Summers spent at the water’s edge
In the heat of the summer haze.
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lovenlosses 
Sounds like great fun!
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Yes, those were the days!
Thanks for commenting! 💙
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That sounds like a magical childhood. 🙂
Lovely poem that really captures those summer days. 🙂
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Thank you! So glad you liked my poem! It brings back memories! 💙
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I remember days like that! Thanks for the memories! ☺❤
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I have fond memories of those days! Thanks for commenting, Walt! 💙
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You’re welcome! ☺❤
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I had summers like that when I was a little girl, too. I’m forever grateful for them and they made me who I am today.
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A time of innocence…. Those were the days!!!! Thank you for commenting! 💙
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Sounds better than Europe to me!
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For sure!!!! Yes, better than Europe! Thanks for reading and commenting! 💙
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