Summer Days Poem by Corinne Watt

Summer days of my early teen years
with sunshine rays that warmed still stretching bones.
Amazulu songs to good to be forgotten
The happy bop flowing forth from a radio from a window.
Hanging out on piles of sand at the building site
dangling about pre-pubescent armpits from the scaffold.
Check the suntan by the white lines at your socks
catch the ice cream van ruffle bars and 10p mixtures.
Beneath a tree a camel
the circus was at the park
I was free to hunt in the clover for luck for life.
Young lips tingle burn ache for that first kiss
to be planted on the pop star
on the poster
on the bedroom door
in my bedroom in my parents house where I'd always safely lived.
in my town which stretched so far
when nothing bad ever happened & no-one had guns or scary diseases
but listened in fear to planes in case it was the "bomb"
and computer technology was Pacman in colour
days were hot without global warming.
Even Madonna seemed naive through my innocent eyes.
And school - the ultimate nightmare was on holiday.
Even now I can bask in these memories.