I miss summer

Despite trying to appreciate each day, I regret that summer is most definately gone here in Pittsburgh. So here is a poem I wrote about my childhood summers.

Lightning bugs come out
All my atoms shout
to go outside and play
until the crocodiles come out

Most memories will fade
but some I'd be lost without
Swinging away my summer days
filled with joy in mass amounts

Spinning in the sunshine
Running through sheets on clotheslines
Building forts, taking bike rides
The first apple tree was mine

And within my memories
Chickens, llamas, raspberries
the fainting goat, the donkeys
catching bugs, hide and go seek

I close my eyes
I feel the breeze
The summer sun
warms my skinned knees
As I watch it set
over the trees
bringing in the night

Now the lightning bugs flit about
everywhere in great amount
we grab our jar and run around
until the crocodiles come out