Memories of Summertime

In the summertime we kids

loved to play out of doors.

Some of us liked to ride

our horses.  I can remember

jumping fences with my

horse.  Then going fishing

at the "crick" down the road.

I can remember old Dusty

throwing me into a roll 

when he saw that electric

fence coming up on him.

That horse made me cry.

When we'd get home some 

of us would head to the pool.

I remember grabbing my 

bike to get there.

Sometimes if we were 

lucky, dad would load all 

five us on his motorcycle

and take us on a ride.  We 

always loved those times.

Other memories come and go.

Sometimes we would take

a ride in the trunk of the car,

or the Charlies Chips man would

pull up and we would run 

out to see what he had,

or the tea man would come 

with his baskets of goodies 

for us to choose from.

The milk would be delivered

to our shiny silver box in

its glass bottles with plastic caps,

and we would deliver newspapers,

collecting tips on Saturdays,

help out around the farm, or pick

fruit for the local stand.  We loved 

those strawberries, peaches, and 

blueberries - especially the ones 

that made it into our mouths.

Written by The Villa Poets, residents of Victorian Villa / Dallastown Nursing Center, York County, Pennsylvania - written in round-robin fashion (one resident adds a line or two as we go around the group).