I remember days like this, summer's first.
Days that began with a burst of rifle fire and Taps.
So all could see, that we were honoring the long gone dead.
Who saved this country with vigilance that never lapsed.
Days of new green grass and lilac air.
When the sun was warm enough to burn our backs bare.
But the water still cold enough to shock the soul.
When to enjoy the day was our only goal.
Everyone was there.
Smoke filled the air with a hint of what was cooking.
To steal a kiss when no one's looking.
Dogs barking and children laughing.
Those were the days, my friend,
When we were young and summer would never end.
So red, white, and blue.
Most of all, I remember you.
Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull