Summer's Day Poem by Brennan DiMarzo

In summer heat we used to frolick and play,
Always in the comforting light of day,
Father Sun would lord high in the peak of sky,
We let loose our birds, our planes, our kites let them fly!
And from that sparkling light provided above,
Our friends and we found ourselves quite in love.

With trees that we had made into castles,
To the rope that ended up being frayed to tassels,
With water kept solid inside our secret devices,
To meager leaves that we insisted kept prices,
All were ours, and ours we claimed,
Praising the suns rays for all its' fame.

Yet as Father Sun tucks behind his cover,
Desiring rest to come a day perhaps another,
We put down our swords, or rope and our leaves,
Heads hanged low despite our former glee,
For as Sun goes down to begin that last summer's night,
A memory it became for a child to hold onto during his darkest plight.