Summer gone

Those whirlygig thingies
that dropped from the trees
and spun about like helicopters
that danced in the breeze

well
I miss them.

and
the apples we scrumped
the hedges we jumped
the doors that we knocked
on and ran away from
just for a laugh

well
I miss them too

I’d make a list of all
these things I’ve missed
but
I don’t think I have enough
time.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.