“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.
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