LONG SUMMER DAYS

Those wonderful days so long ago,

When kid’s games passed the hours

Shagging fly balls in fields of weeds.

Playing catch, after steamy showers

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Those were the long days…

On the porches out of the midday sun

A hot debate “Ashburn’s the best.

Never, Mays is, he’s the one!”

They were sweet days…

Water from the hose 

Mom’s ham and cheese  

Simple feasts that soothed the soul.

Those were my days

We played from morning

'Til the streets light blinked us time to go 

And fire flies led the way home.

What full sunny days 

When I was young

And then to sleep with the crickets song 

And gentle breezes through the pines 

I wish for those boyhood days

Days I thought would never end

But they did...
They always do!

School bells rang; 
With chilly winds.

And I yearned for the sun
To stay awhile.

And I day dreamed of summer days 
To played once more in the summer sun.

This year I’d bat 400…
This year I'd win every game.

When the long days come again.