Mineral

Lemonade stands and memories
Of innocence and purity
And the noonday sun at ninety degrees
The things I carry with me
The ice cream man at four or five
How'd we flag him down and ask for rides
And evenings when we'd sit outside
And name the cloud shapes in the sky
Those days are gone now and we must carry on
But I will not forget the things I learned on your front lawn
And how we rode those dusty trails
On Huffys and Schwinns from Christmas sales
Made forts out of crates with rusty nails