Summer Poem

Remember that time
you saw people diving under the big as waves
people running across the burning hot sand like their pants are on fire
and lots of people's  ice cream mating down the happy chins.
That was summer.

Remember that time
you felt the hot sand burning down on your red face
or slimy seaweed touching your feet
and the freezing cold bucket of water.
That was summer.

Remember that time
you heard like the cool fun songs on the radio
waves crashing on the rocks making bigger waves
and noises from people's decks having parties at the beach.
That was summer.

Remember that time
you smelt nice fresh juice
sheep poo in the paddocks
or the petrol from the gas station.
That was summer.

Remember that time
you tasted nice creamy chocolate cake
lollies from the shops
or tasty juice.
That was summer.