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About This Poem
Summer Fun
I dreamt last night of innocent days gone by
under the watchful eye of a summer sun.
My imagination was all I relied
to chase away boredom, to frolic in fun.
Hide-and-seek whispers and little girls' laughter,
no responsibilities to look after,
a visit to grandma's, a ride on a plane,
my bubblng excitement, I could not contain.
I dreamt last night of summer days at the lake
under the watchful eye of my proud grandma.
In cool, cedar waters, new friends I would make,
our bronzed limbs splashing until August's withdraw,
and high like a hill waiting to climb, a slide
towering o'er heads and smooth waters. To glide
down in wet bathing suits was a speedy thrill.
Like our summer secrets, happily we'd spill.
written September 6, 2012
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