Remember the summers spent on that wall
Sitting talking, doing nothing at all

Siting there laughing with friends,
Enjoying a summer that never ends

Sitting there on that wall,
Sitting there doing nothing at all

Running wild at the sound of the ice cream man’s call
Then eating our ice cream there at the wall

Now that I am old and gray
I walked past there, just the other day.

Past the wall, we all knew so well
I even heard the Ice cream man’s bell

Out of the corner of my eye I could see
Chris, Steve, Beth and me

All of us sitting on that wall
Laughing, joking just doing nothing at all

JPM 1/3/2008

Jim Milks

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