Even though this week’s weather is rather cool,
Thoughts are of pedal pushers, popsicles and swimming pools.
Summer had arrived; there was no more school,
Our backyard barbecues were reason to drool.
Bowls of cereal then out the door,
We had games to play and runs to score.
Long hilly bike rides made muscles sore,
But didn’t matter – next day we’d do more.
Little square pools with corner seats,
So refreshing in the city’s summer heat.
The Bom Pop Man offered a chilly treat,
We’d race to catch him down the street.
Sun-up till street lights we were on the run,
Playing and laughing and soaking up sun.
Even sitting on the curb was lots of fun
While winding down when day was done.
Constant contact with mud and grass
Meant for sure I had one dirty -*-*-
The pedal pushers on this tomboy lass
Could always be washed so Mom gave me no sass.
I own a pair of pedal pushers or two,
When I put them on, no way to feel blue.
I make my own popsicles without sugary goo,
But swim in a pool? Not in anyone’s view.
As I ponder while waiting for summer,
(Give me a break here) it still can be funner
If one doesn’t think old. What a bummer!
As a boomer I have to play smarter, not dumber.
There’s still time to create more memories,
To travel and frolic however I please.
I’ll be extra careful with these precious knees
And watch not to eat way too much cheese.