Summertime looks like
Baseball hats on backwards,
Bare painted piggies,
Shoes forgotten on the creek bank,
Wonder and sparkle,
Flags flown over porches, and barechested boys.
Summertime smells like
Brown mud and sunscreen on stinky boy feet,
And fresh green leaves in a just-climbed tree.
Summertime sounds like
“Look at me, Mommy!”
And little ones laughing.
Summertime tastes like
Sweet lemon popsicles,
And water straight from the hose.
Summertime feels like
Wading in the chilly creek water,
Cooling down in a shady spot,
Pride in a new accomplishment,
Falling-out ponytails and sweaty smiles,
Resting on a blanket in the grass,
And wrapping up in a soft towel.
Summertime is laughing, running, playing, and celebrating.
Summertime is all of us, together for good.