Summer’s when I was young…

River ride at low tide.
Drifting, winding down.
Climbing around.
Days of yore when time was ignored.
Bronzed skin kissed by the sun.
Golden locks in need of a chop.
Grass stains on my hanes.
Ripped jeans and flip flops.
Flowers in bloom long through June.
Summer months long since stopped.
Nostalgia on my mind.
Longing time to rewind.
To lemonade and barbeques.
Fireflies and warm blue skies.
Swings set and barrets.
Playing freeze tag with no shoes.
Mosquito bites and a few fights.
Summer’s in the city always pretty.