Summer Holiday

Summer Holiday

The memories begin, of summer’s past:
School’s out. The bell goes, ringing at last;
Time for those long days of forever more:
The days by the sea, days on the shore,
So the warm, balmy summer days begin:
Off to the beach, cold sea, who’s last in!
Doggy paddle, then breast stroke, crawl,
Come out, beach towel, dry off, sprawl;
Halcyon days, sandcastles, spades, digging,
Watch yachts at sea, wind in the rigging;
It’s a jolly summer holiday, so blessed:
Mr Whippy Ice cream, always the best,
Sitting in the deck chair, cool to eat,
Nearby transistor radio sounds a beat;
And don’t forget beach cricket, a game
Pretending to be Fred Trueman, fame
As the tennis ball hits the bat, flies off:
Everyone can play, be a show-off,
Until summer rain ends a perfect day;
But there are other times along the way,
And our aunt takes us all into town:
Cinema when the rain is beating down;
The Bare Necessities, the Jungle Book,
Or perhaps Julie Andrews gets a look:
The Sound of Music, and do-ray-me,
And Daleks in colour: that I must see!
So many happy memories, times past:
Summers of endless days that last!