Those six weeks of summer,
If I could have you even once anew,
Then I could live a lifetime more,
Savour sweetly, an everlasting haze,
Of moments that came before,
We waited with bated breath,
School bell let go an animate ring,
Precious hands gather hurriedly,
As from seats we briskly spring,
The school year was over,
Summer holiday had begun,
Every experience new and full
of excitement, joy and fun,
Sleepovers, with my best mates,
The pinnacle of a Friday night,
Midnight snacks came out,
When we turned off the light,
We’d skip to the park,
Leap from swings and monkey bars,
Tumbling about, snotty nose,
Sore muddy knees and battle scars,
The days were long,
Rolling on, on, and on,
Until the final week,
You would come upon,
A sudden realisation,
And only then,
That it would be a WHOLE year,
Until those six weeks came again...
Those six weeks of summer,
If I could have you even once anew,
Then I could live a lifetime more,
Waiting patiently for a lively knock,
My best friend, standing at the door,
Gameboy in hand,
Trading Pokémon, To catch em’ all,
Imagination flowing from pencil,
To paper, as we’d scrawl,
You knew you were in,
For a decadent day,
If planned for the cinema,
And Pizza Hut buffet,
Excitement as Mum gave in,
And Bought that new shiny toy,
A frolic in a vivid land,
Imagination, a gift to enjoy,
Climbing through trees,
In the field behind my home,
Lit by evening skies wavering sun,
Late we would roam,
The days were long,
Rolling on, on, and on,
Until the final week,
You would come upon,
A sudden realisation,
And only then,
That it would be a WHOLE year,
Until those six weeks came again...
Those six weeks of summer,
If I could have you even once anew,
Then I could live a lifetime more,
Cycling pedals bikes to knock around,
My best friend, standing at the door,
Skateboard in hand, polyurethane wheels,
Rolled on tarmac soaked in rays,
Filming stunts, captured youth,
Endless sun bleached days,
Loose hair and looser cares,
Free and wild,To roam and dream,
Torn baggy jeans, oversized,
Fraying at the seams,
We grunged out,
Come as you are,
Catchy riffs,
On Kurt Cobain’s guitar,
Twiddling thumbs,
Taking turns on GTA,
The naughtiest video game,
That we could play,
The days were long,
Rolling on, on, and on,
Until the final week,
You would come upon,
A sudden realisation,
And only then,
That they’ll never be a year,
That those six weeks come again...
Those six weeks of summer,
If I could have you even once anew,
Then I could live a lifetime more,
This is an everlasting homage,
To moments that came before,
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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