Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

SUMMER DAYS OF A-GONE

The sultry dog days of summer
Have come for a long, hot visit
Makes having much fun a bummer
But reminds me of old times a bit

Going back to the past as a child
On the patio at the Diamond R
Imaginations became beguiled
With grandpa’s things near and far

Laying on the old green swing
Sweatin’ and stuck to its mattress
We listened to the cicadas sing
As we swayed with little activeness

Shorts, t-shirts and barefooted
Our long hair braided in one tail
Laughing, singing, or talkative
Such stories we made up to no avail

Yep, these hot days of summer
Where childhood memories glow
With the stillness of the atmosphere
Become priceless times we bestow