The sun is rich

And gladly pays

In golden hours,

Silver days,

And long green weeks

That never end.

School’s out.

The time Is ours to spend.

There’s Little League,

Hopscotch, the creek,

And, after supper,

Hide-and-seek.

The live-long light

Is like a dream,

and freckles come

Like flies to cream.

- John Updike