Boys Of Summer.

The boys of Summer are out to play
Screaming, laughing, pulling, pushing,
Nothing can get in their way.

Cruising in their Daddies no roof cars
The wind rushing through their hair
Boys so wild they imagine they are off to mars.

Running in and out of the warm water
splashing everyone as they go,
Rushing for an ice cream only costing them a quarter.

Now as the sum sets beyond the hills
Time for the boys to come home
Wondering how the next day fills.