Hot July, sticky like fruit juice, is on me now
as I stand in front of the refrigerator
wishing I could crawl inside, but how?
Happiness flickered into my head
when I remembered the ice maker
Cool ice melting along my tongue
reminds me of summers when I was young
Buying my fudgecicle for seven cents,
then putting it on my tongue and
ripping off my flesh with one fast tug,
Tiny bottles of Grapette purchased in little country stores,
road trips, picnics, napping in the back seat of the car,
aunts, uncles, cousins we'd never met before
No school, sunny days that never seemed to end
swinging so high on my swing I could touch the clouds
spinning and spinning till all was a blur
And lightning bugs!
Like little fairies flitting around my head
Making crowns out of clover flowers
and always on the watch for those pesky bees
Swimming pools with crystal blue water
running and jumping...big splash!!
Baking in the hot summer sun
Watching the lifeguards lounging in their chairs
White zinc slathered on their noses,
hoping they won't catch us jumping in.
Learning to ride my new bike
Not knowing how to stop
Riding in circles for hours
Hungry and thirsty
Round and round I go
I have to go to the bathroom
Someone help me please!
Bernice Wagnitz, la te daa, Allison Berringer, June Sanders, Sue Ann Lommler, Gina Smith