by E K Stapleton

Created on: April 17, 2008

The water sprays out, in a cool gentle stream,
In the hot days of summer, it's every child's dream.

Carefree and barefoot, they run to and fro,
Playing a game, while helping the grass grow.

They laugh with excitement, as the water gives them a spray,
What a way to cool off, they could do this all day.

The screams of joy, can be heard from afar,
Their friends have arrived, to see where they are.

The backyard is bustling, with kids by the dozen,
Word of the fun, has the neighborhood buzzin.

Now they are here, every kid within a mile,
Outside my back door, their shoes in a pile.

The fun continues, never getting old,
Until the sun goes down, and it starts to get cold.

The fun of the sprinkler, can't be beat,
Even a pool's, not as neat.

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