Ice cubes melting in glasses in the back yard
Some days were good, and some days were hard
When grass grew faster than you could even mow
When kids played in summer - where did the time go?
Author: Randy Stahla, copyright 2006.
When crickets filled the night air with ever-present sound
When you always needed a band-aid for cuts that did abound
When dirt stuck between the toes of children running free
When calendars weren’t big enough to write all the places to be
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