{"id":779,"date":"2011-07-10T21:47:11","date_gmt":"2011-07-10T10:47:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?page_id=779"},"modified":"2011-07-10T21:53:22","modified_gmt":"2011-07-10T10:53:22","slug":"endless-summer","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?page_id=779","title":{"rendered":"Endless Summer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><object type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"450\" height=\"25\" data=\"http:\/\/bigcontact.com\/feed-player\/robwalkerpoet\/endless-summer\/r:1;t:100\"><param name=\"quality\" value=\"best\" \/><param name=\"wmode\" value=\"window\" \/><param name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\" \/><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" \/><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/bigcontact.com\/feed-player\/robwalkerpoet\/endless-summer\/r:1;t:100\" \/><\/object><\/p>\n<p>My 2011 Summer Mixter entry for <a href=\"http:\/\/ccmixter.org\/\">ccMixter<\/a>.  It&#8217;s a kind of stream-of-consciousness about my Australian summers of childhood &#8211; inspired by the beautiful guitar work of Clarence Simpson.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Endless Summer.<\/strong><br \/>\nThe sky is streaks of pink in the east.<em> It\u2019s gunna be a real scorcher!<\/em> A blowfly headbutts the old screen door as it slams. You yell over your shoulder <em>Bye mum! See you before dark.<\/em> You meet up with some mates. Pumping the pedals for an hour, the chain tic-ticking as you freewheel, pulled towards the coast. Bathers and towel in a plastic bag spring-clamped on the bike\u2019s carrier. The sky\u2019s as blue as those copper sulphate crystals you grew in Chem lesson and when you ride over that last dune the sea is molten glass with an edge of lace. The white sand\u2019s already squeaking hot under your bare feet. The whole day ahead of you to swim, talk to girls you might meet, lie down on a towel near someone with a transistor which trebles out those Top 40 summer hits.<br \/>\nYou don\u2019t have any money but you find a few coke bottles and you cash them in at the kiosk for a Splice and a musk stick. Icecream and salt on the tongue\u2026 smell of suntan lotion on backs \u2013 coconut oil mixed with sweat \u2013 pinke zinke stripes on noses\u2026 towelling hats. Hours of fun in the surf with an old tennis ball or car-tyre inner-tube.<br \/>\n(Everyone\u2019s days should be these. Held in the arms of the sea. Everyone\u2019s days should be these. Purposeless endlessness. Free. Free\u2026 )<br \/>\nLots of laughter. Freedom. Holidays stretching ahead as infinite as the sky. No rules. No school. No responsibilities. Knowing that when you get home there\u2019ll be food on the table. Having parents who care, but let you go. A time when you\u2019re beginning to think for yourself. To like clothes and music that mum and dad don\u2019t like. But you don\u2019t have the worries of adults yet. And the whole day stretches out like an unpainted canvas. Endless possibilities. And the days stretch out to weeks and months.<br \/>\nSummer. As endless as space and time.<br \/>\nAll kids deserve this.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My 2011 Summer Mixter entry for ccMixter. It&#8217;s a kind of stream-of-consciousness about my Australian summers of childhood &#8211; inspired by the beautiful guitar work of Clarence Simpson. Endless Summer. The sky is streaks of pink in the east. It\u2019s &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?page_id=779\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":531,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-779","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/779","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=779"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/779\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":783,"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/779\/revisions\/783"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/531"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=779"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}