Ordinary Days

On any given day,  

We all went out to play

Down to the hillside spring 

A small sack lunch we would bring

Jumping off the rocks

Into water cold as ice blocks

Belly flopping all around

No one cared about loud sounds

The smell that filled the air

Was the sweet scent of lavender 

Running the hills was what we did

 In the summertime when we were kids

Summer days were Memory makers

Children today Are real-time wasters

Outside breathing Country air

It was good for the soul and good to share

An experience you can look back on one day and say

I’m certainly glad I enjoyed ordinary days