Summer time is finally here <br />School is out and fishing time near. <br />Barefooted boys and fishing poles, <br />Down to the creek, to the ole swimming hole. <br />Running through the woods, along the river bank, <br />That old boat they used went and sank. <br />A can of worms, a hook and line, <br />Looking for a fishing pole, if they can find <br />Two good friends who share their fun, <br />They run and jump and chase the sun. <br />Running here, and running there. <br />Not any worries, not a care <br />But too soon, it must all end <br />For these two that were good friends. <br />Summer comes and summer moves on. <br />A few summers in your life, then you're grown. <br />But there are days we can recall When we were friends, we had it all.<br /><br />Doug Beggs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-11/
