summer

Summer time is here once again

in the heat my thoughts go back to when

I was no more than a little child

4 or 5 years of age, dirty face and eyes wild

with long curly hair, busy hands and bare toes

having fun running across flowery meadows,

picking cherries from someone else´s tree

hiding and eating them where no one could see

smiling for knowing I was so well hidden

dangling my feet in water forbidden

watching the swallows daring flight

my scratched knees where quite a sight

that summer I was free and wild

I was happy…just a child.