This summer reminds me of summers past
When endless glorious days seem to last
I remember lazy days, the ice cream man
The excitement when we could hear his van
Playing tinny tunes to attract the hoard
Of children who’d buy what their parents could afford
I loved a 99 topped with sprinkles and syrup
There were no worries that we wouldn’t burn up
The calories as we didn’t know when to stop
Playing energetically outside until we’d drop
I used to have a neighbour, a friend called Mark
We used to play tennis until it was dark
We dreamed of playing at Wimbledon
Competitive maybe but lots of fun
Somehow in those days we were not afraid
Of the sun in whose heat we endlessly played
Those days were carefree, happy and simple
Long summer days in my home town Hull.
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The Retired Bloke (
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A fine write Retired.
I remember the summer of 1976 when our garden in Kent was almost totally white. Rochester is built on chalk.
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