That Was Summer: Teagan

That Was Summer

Have you ever tasted summer?

Sure you have.

Remember that time when you heard the siren of Mr. Whippy

or waiting in line for some ice cream

and you were hot

and you ran to the truck screeching and screaming for it to stop?

Remember how cold the ice cream felt on your tongue

and trickling  down your face?

That was summer.

Have you ever touched summer?

Sure you have.  

Remember that time when you saw the opposition

or you were getting ready to play and you were eager

and you got the ball and dashed down the field scoring the try?

Remember feeling thrilled to score a try,

getting pats on the back from your team mates?

That was summer.

Have you ever smelt summer?

Sure you have.

Remember that time when you smelt the chlorine in the pool

or gazed at the freezing pool

and you were hot and rushed to the pool?

Remember how crisp the water felt

all chilled and icy?

That was summer.

Have you ever heard summer?

Sure you have.

Remember that time when it was your turn to bat

or you were next in line

and you were ecstatic

and you  rushed to the bat

Remember the sound of the ball hitting the bat

dashing through all the bases?

That was summer.

Have you ever heard summer?

Sure you have.

Remember that time you heard the birds tweeting in the trees

or ukuleles playing in the background

and you were feeling excited for the next subject

and you bolted to music

Remember the sound of the beater thumping the xylophone  

sounding like the birds in the trees?

That was summer.

Teagan