Childhood Summers

I loved my childhood summers

In the mountains, where we stayed

In a small, one-bedroom bungalow 

Where memories were made.

We didn’t mind the lack of space;

Outside were fields of grass

With lots of friends to hang with -

Oh, how quickly time did pass!

In day camp we had arts and crafts;

We swam and ran around

And played on teams in every sport 

Where balls or nets were found.

Specifics now have vanished 

From the cells inside my brain,

But the happy feelings overall 

Still powerfully remain.

We had such freedom then as kids;

Our days belonged to us.

So when our moms yelled, “Suppertime!”

We bounded home, no fuss.

The youth today, on hearing this,

Would not know what I mean,

For summers now are supervised 

Or spent before a screen.