by Kendra Allen

Created on: August 01, 2009

SUMMER 1969

Sometimes when evening falls too soon
And years slip by too fast,
I shake the autumn from my hair
And dream of summers past.

How I miss the warming breeze
Which lingered dusk to dawn
And carried with it sweet perfume
From someone's new-mowed lawn.

When Olli olli oxen free!
Rang out from vacant schools,
And Marco Polo! ruled the night
From depths of heated pools.

The fireflies wove careless paths
Among the wishing stars,
And magic sparkled within reach
To keep in jelly jars.

With worn transistor radios,
Through darkened streets we'd stroll
And seek out footprints on the moon
While humming Rock n' Roll.

Oh! how I wish I could return
To wish upon a star,
Or catch one fleeting summer night
And keep it in a jar.

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