I have always associated summer months with my childhood in the sixties, with the holidays stretching out ahead of me. Mostly I was bored and missed the routine of school. But there were so many days spent with my grandfather in his garden, splashing under the hose when we should have been watering the roses. There were day trips on a coach to the south coast of England with names such as Littlehampton, Bognor and Margate, where my grandmother treated us to fish and chips, pennies to spend in the arcade, and hours of paddling in the sea. I remember long hot Sundays watching my father play cricket and afternoons waiting for the chime of the ice cream van to wind down like an old-fashioned record player as it pulled up outside my grandparents’ council house or our block of flats. Back then the weather never seemed too hot, the sky was always blue, and summer seemed to last forever.
summer fun faded
oppressive sun punishes
and autumn allures
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday – Summer
This Monday, Grace is our host and she has chosen summer as the theme, which is open: summer memories, summer love, coping with summer heat, summer fun or even a summer tragedy or disaster.