Labor Day 1978

In the late summer
It gets real hot
The hose pipe keeps us cool
And the popsicles… we eat a lot
Beneath the big tree in grandmom’s backyard.

Walking to the railroad tracks
Was easy and fun
Using the sidewalks
No harm done
Running, playing, climbing those big trees
Being six years old
Was an absolute breeze.

Til I decided it was time
To jump from the swing set to the limb
Of that big tree
Like the bigger kids did

Lying on my back
I missed the limb
Broke my arm
Summer was done
Beneath the big tree in grandmom’s backyard.

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