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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Summer returns, reigning in glory tempting my beanstalk to climb and tiny fairies to faithfully fly, laughing out loud all the while. With lush trees twirling in full skirts, and tulips trumpeting their joyful greetings, sunrays parade in triumphant procession of season’s enchanting magic. I planted seeds of magic beans in the garden and waited, restless through spring’s fateful days of warming soil and nurturing rain, blushing with excitement in thoughts of summer’s storybook adventures vividly coming to life, hoping to wake to the surprise of a beanstalk climbing miles high. Then, May turned to June, June to a steamy July, and I one morning dressed in the smiles of a carefree little girl who could charm the bees and listen closely to the melodies of songbirds, knowing somehow this would be the day to frolic free in the laughter of a forever sky and bathe in my rippling mirage above white, drifting clouds…where heavenly breezes would cool my body and soul. Summer magic created my climbing vine while I slept dreamily through a stormy night, cupping her hands to catch every drop of rain, and she grew with the beanstalk from a lazy day’s warm embrace to a magical kiss amongst the brightest sun and sparkling stars. My fairytale came to life until July turned to a feverish day in August, and I, burning from within, woke to the end of my storybook dream… Then, as quickly as she came, summer’s magic was gone with one strong gust of arctic air. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for PD's Magic Beans Contest, 1/5/15
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