The Garden Hose

The Garden Hose

 

Another sunny day in the month of May but this one is extra special you see

For, as for fifth grade, it is the last day

and the rest of the summer is free

We clean out our desks, throw trash away

And stack text books against the wall

Excitement builds with the passing day

And giddy students roam the hall

Until alas it is official as the final bell rings

And frenzied kids run wild and free

Imaging a host of adventurous things

And the club house up in the tree

Ah the memories of those lazy days

When life was at a much slower pace

Makes me wish I could change my ways

And check out of the old Rat Race

Remembering days of summer fun

Sipping water out of the garden hose

The line hot from the summer sun

And the smell familiar to your nose

Finally cool water with a strange taste

Slowly satisfied your thirsty summer soul

This fire-hydrant seems like such a waste

The volume fast and with no control

The flow overwhelms my ability to drink

And with too much force does it impose

Where hearts once soared now they sink

I sure miss drinking from the garden hose