Twirling- kweaver

Twirling, Twirling until I fall down laughing
Laying on the ground watching the clouds passing
From my green grassy mattress; my clover bed
Do I really see the world turn or is it all in my head?

Carefree and restful as I watch the birds fly
Time seems to stand still, yet the clouds still roll by
Holding hands with my best-friend having nothing to say
Just drinking in the smells of a lovely summer day.

Rolling down a huge hill at an incredible pace
Trying to be the winner of a very silly race
Reaching the bottom all covered in grass
Triumphantly celebrating coming in last

Nothing to do but dip my toes in the lake
Sitting on the dockside for an afternoon break
Drinking lemonade and telling stupid jokes
Riding my bike with the straws in its spokes

Climbing trees and picking flowers to pass the day
All the neighbourhood kids rally to play
Hide and seek or Red Rover we’d play with great zest
Until the street lights turned on and we’d go home to rest.

One day after the other, lived with such desire
Enjoying the warm summer nights by the camp fire
Singing a few songs accompanied by someone playing the guitar
Wishing upon the first evening star.

These are the times that I hold dear to my heart
The memories run through my head at each summers start
And as I watch the kids now their summers day passing
Twirling and twirling until they fall down laughing.