Summer Times

melting away like an ice cream in summer
did I go to a happy place
colouring the world around me
with a palette of June, July, and August
kicking dust up off the dirted roads that I wandered
rolling in grass that always made me itch
remembering the hot sands between my toes
how salty the ocean tasted when I dunked my brave self under
when the sun got hot, I stayed still
stared at puffy clouds
watched insects go about their day
captured speckled backs in a cold stream
rode my bike all over the place
even with skinned knees
in this time 
I can still feel that breeze of another
that made the hairs on my arms stand up
toward a summer sun
reaching at my face
guiding me toward adventures
of carnivals and caves
of good guys against bad
falling down, falling over
as we faked it all with imagination
the best thing about summer is when comes
it brings with it warmth and smiles
makes you run and laugh inside
turns you young again
in times of summer
in summer times