SUMMER TREAT

 

SUMMER TREAT

The soft serve swirl of the distant moon

Has made my summer go out of tune

My ukelele on the wall

Starts thrumming to the cricket’ s call

My sister’s ukelele too starts humming

Cherry topped cones oh keep them coming

Both went to camp and now returned

They awaken in our magic room

And hint at something

With a nancy drew clue

to us in our rose bud pajamas

And suddenly we

Smell midnight ice cream the way that we smell snow

Our gramp and grandmother

In the butternut kitchen

Eating golden vanilla without us oh no

Pitter patter, here we come

Dancing  to a soft serve drum

Two more bowls with silver spoons

Underneath the nilla cream moon

Oh how neat

Summer treat

This refrain

Repeat repeat

And dip the Big Dipper

In ice cold lemonade.

mary angela douglas 16 april 2024