Summer Days

Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.

Oh those long summer days! I love to sit and just think back to when I was young and free! When I was a kid we ran the neighborhood from sun up to sun down. Our parents didn't have to worry about someone grabbing us. The only time we went in was to eat and to go to bed. We would ride our bikes to town to get slushies and gum. The gas station down the road had those cool pretend candy cigarettes and paper dolls!! I bought those once a week. We would put on our bathing suits and play in sprinklers or knee high pools. We played hide and seek and freeze tag at dusk until bedtime. Certain nights we just threw up a tent and everyone slept under the stars. Time stood still on those days of summer! I just wish they could have never ended! I had my parents, my brother, my sense of security. Now being an adult having to be responsible and pay bills just sucks. I wanna run free again...be young again. I posted a couple pics of my girls enjoying summer and being kids. I hope they cherish these days as much as I did!