“Summer’s End”

(He was trying to go back to a time that used to be

A dream of a dream keeping him awake of a place where he was free)

The water felt good on his skin and he didn’t want to come back up

The green lake was his friend and the docks nursed him when he was a pup

The rope with the knot on the bottom flung many kids afar

Swinging with excitement on their faces just before they saw stars

He came back up, left the lake, and ran up the hill

His feet got muddy, but he didn’t notice amongst the thrill

He got in line and waited for his turn again

Sopping wet, never wanting the summer to end