What do you remember of summer?... boys of summers past?

Question

"We are the boys of summers past"

Crack, crack, crack the sound,

baseballs meeting wood,

young heroes circling round,

many years of boyhood.

Boys of summers past,

Rick, Bob, Mike, and Seth,

heroes forever last,

memories defying death.

Gathering me in their shadows,

with shallowly creeks creeping,

over dirt and sand hallowed,

by muddy bare feet fleeting.

Underneath black walnuts past,

flowery magnolia trees,

past breezes never to last,

with mason jars capturing bees.

Kids dressed like Huckleberry Finn,

building barriers in creeks,

pretending construction men,

shoveling mud dams for weeks.

Crawfish nipping at our ankles,

mosquitoes biting our skin,

snakes threaten from all angles,

we enter the shallow den.

We are boys of summer past,

our adventures many years gone,

Men grey, fat, and bald we're cast,

never again shall we spawn.

Answer 1

Nice poem,  we might not spawn but we can still have fun.

Answer 2

Ahh youth. Skinned knees and hearts.

Memories that keep us young.

If only Peter Pan would magically appear....

Answer 3

Kids help to relive those happy moments. Then when our kids are old, we have grand-kids. We can always appreciate that time of our lives.  

Answer 4

Nice, what a delightful poem. It seems that I have to appreciate this teen days of mine.  

Answer 5

A real Tom Sawyer Boyhood!  Glad the snakes never got you!