Haiku poet Ron Evans shares this memory of childhood and summer fun — back when children didn’t have “everything under the sun.”
I played jacks a lot, too — and remember those Bolo Bats that lasted about half a day before the elastic broke?
Tree Top Haiku
Haiku from the pen of Christine Goodnough
Thanks for the reblog, Chris! Maybe someone who has never read this one will remember a special time in their summer childhood…and gurgle inside.
Ron
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You’re welcome. Thanks for letting me reblog.
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