A memory worthy from summer's play

Summer months from December for three

Closed off each year with rain and sunshine.

Christmas Day spent outside by the sea

Or in yards playing under clotheslines.

Cousins laughing and groaning to wash

The plates piling high and bowls licked clean.

Wrapping on floors forgotten and squashed.

The football comes out! We all are so keen

To kick and to tackle, to play and fall down

Over lines drawn on grass made greener by rain.

To stomp and to fly, to smile and to frown

With every try scored and tackle restrained.

Days from this summer with my cousins and me

Laughing and playing as children should be.

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