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
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