And I Could Smell The Summer

I remember garden fences

Bathed in a mellow, orange glow.

I remember the distant hum

From tidy folks with grass to mow.

 

I remember sticky hands

From frozen juice in paper cones.

I remember barefoot walks

On warm and grass-strewn paving stones.

 

I remember water fights

Which soaked our light and frilly clothes.

I remember tall sunflowers,

Bright as the morning sun which rose.

 

I remember slapping skipping ropes

Keeping rhythm like a drummer.

The heat pulled new scents from the earth

And I could smell the Summer...

 

The End

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