Golden Age of Summer
Golden age of summer,
spent in a small
Iowa town where
I used to slumber.
So many summers ago
spending magic moments
with my old pal shep
at the old swimming hole.
Rexall drug store
will never forget such
a place to go for
a 25 cent malt and
so much more.
Where did you go
golden age of summer?
Dearly miss you so.
Sitting with grandmother
in the golden age of summer
on her front porch
talking with each other,
loved her so sincerely
as golden age of summer
left me with just memories
so has old grandma
who I loved so dearly.
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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