The loud bell rang and filled the Bacon School halls and it was over - school was over for the summer...and those long summer days had begun...
Those wonderful days so long ago,
When kid’s games passed the hours
Lazy days in the sun.
Shagging flies in fields of weeds.
Playing catch, after steamy showers
.
Those were the long days…
On the porch out of midday sun
A hot debate;
“Ashburn’s the best in the game.
Never, Mays is, he’s the one!”
They were sweet days…
Water from the hose could quenched all
Mom’s ham and cheese with yellow mustard
Wrapped with tender care
Would be a feast that soothed the soul.
Those were my days
Days that seemed to never end
We played hard from early morn
Until the streets light bade time to go
And fire flies led the way home again.
What full days they were
When I was young
And then to sleep with the crickets song
And gentle breezes through the pines
Accompanied dreams of homers and cheering throng.
I wish again for those boyhood days
Days I thought would never end
But they did!
The school bell rang; winter came.
And we yearned for the sun to come again
We dreamed summer dreams
Dreams of games in the summer sun.
This year we’d bat 400…
This year we’d win ‘em all
And we waited for the long days to come again.
