Lazy Days of Summer

Ocean and sky and wind and sand
These things always meant summer.
Watermelon with nasty seeds that I know I swallowed.
Fireworks going off with lots of smoke
The little ones get so tired waiting for the sparklers.
You and I get our chairs and post them where its safe.
Watching the ice cream churn and 
Sippung on a beer.
This could not be better if  I was royalty.
This is my heaven and I know it.
These lazy days of Summer.