These Were the Thoughts of Summer.

These Were the Thoughts of Summer.

The thoughts of summer are old and forgotten,

Like a broken sundial.

First it was there, then it was not.

It only lasted three seconds.

The sounds of summer moved me:  the caw of birds,

The ice cream trucks on the heated

Streets.

The flowers open their mouths

Towards the sun, as if summer will never end,

Begging for the warmth that was forbidden to them

During autumn and winter months.

Children play in the summer streets, sometimes

All day and all night, and the parents, they go to bed

Early still, because they have to get up and get ready

For work the next day, unless they are teachers.

A teacher has it made during the summer.

He can sit back and relax in his comfy couch,

Reading the newspaper or watching television,

Yelling at his wife for a fresh bottle of scotch.

Sometimes, children would go to the beach with their

Families, and play in the hot, warm hot sand all day,

Or swim, or chat with their friends on the boardwalk

Or go fishing with fishing rods.

Sometimes, they would go to the park and play on the swings and

Their parents would barbecue

Something for dinner, like hot dogs and hamburgers.

These are the thoughts of summer. 

This was how it all went,

And then it grew cold, and school started,

And the leaves started to turn brilliant colors,

And soon snow began to fall

On the cold, hard ground, and everything changed.