I remember my past summer days,
city sidewalks were hot on bare feet.
The "pump" opened up, would cool us all off,
as the water gushed, flooding the street.
Beneath the bright sun, we would play,
blowing bubbles with a small plastic wand.
Watching them soar and burst in the air,
was a pastime of which we were fond.
The ice cream truck came 'round each day,
kids would run from the neighboring streets.
Those lucky enough to have money,
would buy ice cream, bomb pops, snow cone treats.
Once or twice a month in the summer,
a big block party was organized.
The street was blocked off, grills were set up,
food and fun underneath cloudless skies.
By afternoon all were invited,
kids without much thought it was a thrill
to have hotdogs, soda, and twinkies,
City block parties, I think about still.
There was a dance after the sun set,
but we kids were too tired by then.
So happy and full, we all went home,
having said goodbye to our best friend.
Block parties were a great celebration,
of family, friends, summers, warm nights.
Hot pavement, the "pump", and block parties
were all city summer delights!
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Write a rhyming poem using these words:
Bubbles
Ice cream
Sun
Food
Tired |
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Author Notes
The "pump" is what the kids called an opened up fire hydrant on a hot summer day.
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