When I was a child summers were filled with siblings and make believe. We were pirates and pioneers, gypsies and jugglers. There were puppet shows and plays. The entire out of doors was our playground, from the train tracks that ran over a creek to the docks at the lake with rafts and tadpoles. In addition to firefly and toad catching, there was the summer vacation.

It’s not like it was when I was a kid.

A boy has a dream of what his will do during the summer break after school lets out.

I awoke to thunder…to the fairly certain knowledge, track and field day was rained out.

Just a Ballad I wrote.