I remember garden fences
Bathed in a mellow, orange glow.
I remember the distant hum
From tidy folks with grass to mow.
I remember sticky hands
From frozen juice in paper cones.
I remember barefoot walks
On warm and grass-strewn paving stones.
I remember water fights
Which soaked our light and frilly clothes.
I remember tall sunflowers,
Bright as the morning sun which rose.
I remember slapping skipping ropes
Keeping rhythm like a drummer.
The heat pulled new scents from the earth
And I could smell the Summer...