Summer
Swaying grass in fields abound,
nowhere seen, the open ground.
See poppies in all their glory sway,
truly this must be a summers day.
The canopies of tall green trees,
also move in such a gentle breeze.
Skies are clear, so blue and bright,
so far away is the star filled night.
Summer for me is a childhood past,
days then that would forever last.
Now too short they’re fleet and fly,
we just let them slip so pass us by.
I must hold summer, in my heart,
like my true love, never be apart.
bkewl.
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