Bells of Summer
70 years can’t wash away.
The sound of certain bells.
One extra special memory.
It’s ice cream that truck sells!
Summer brought a lot of fun.
Just playing with my friends.
No school to interrupt the games.
Or each day that never ends.
Our roadside watch, each afternoon.
We can hear bells in the air.
Pocket change, we stand there waiting.
We have enough to share.
There’s nothing like the ice cream truck.
On a childhood summers day.
With bells that signal, I will be back!
As it drives away.
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