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Summer of '65
Summers meant harvests of berries and such, chores to do before play. Running barefoot in lawns that were lush, the smell of fresh mown hay. Hoeing the garden to keep down the weeds, cooling off with the hose. Bagging up the dried Marigold seeds, finding Ladybugs in the Rose. Swimming holes, Dead Mans alley, long evening walks. Picket fences lead the way, as I walked with Grandpa and talked. Summers were the time for Rights of Passage, lessons in growing up. When bravery or cowardice sent a message, with buddies there for backup. Warm nights allowed for camping out back, fireflies aglow. Lying in wait for a surprise attack, until the lantern burned low. In those hot Summer days of sixty five, something in me changed. Through my talks with grandpa, a calm came alive. He taught me how to feed the birds, standing quietly as you can. They would come to his whispered words, eating out of our hands. Grandpa taught me the importance to truly see, what was slipping past. I watched the world, as other kids ran free, knowing Summer wouldn't last. As for me, I was content to let pass, those Summer days in shade, learning to whistle, on a blade of grass. **Thank you Grandpa for all you taught me.
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