taking long road trips in the back of a minivan,
to a beach the ocean to hear the waves crash on the shore.
No school, and tan lines for days
As you take the first bite of the freshest fruit that just drips down your chin
In your swimsuit and flip flops watching the pink, red, blue sunsets
Going to the last drive-in of the summer with a boy you've been seeking after all summer.
Then all comes to a pause with the crisp aired football games
and the scent of cinnamon and pumpkin in the air
with everyone wearing sweaters and all you can remember
Are those Summer Days.