“Go outside and play with our friends,”
My mother would say,
“Summer mustn’t be wasted.”
Tom, Mike, and I rode away from our homes
On our two wheeled steeds
Searching for adventure,
Or, at least, a cool place to play.
We rode on the sidewalk
And in the street
Whizzing by old pink haired ladies
Who yelled, “Slow Down!”
We sped away, ignoring and not caring.
The blazing sun soon made us sweat
As we peddled on treeless streets
Avoiding the growling trucks and buzzing cars.
On our way to the Colorado Lagoon.
We locked our bikes and
Stripped down to our shorts.
We ran, at full gallop
Racing to see who would be the first
To dive into the water
And be King of the Lagoon.
We swam and we splashed each other
And raced from one shore to the other.
We lost track of time and even hunger.
Summer mustn’t be wasted.