Memories of Eleventh Summer

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4/13/2025 for Write Eleven Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France

School grinds on. It seems like hell. Last day, then summer, and we're free. An angel sings, rings the school bell. We race down the street with glee - so, begins three months of fun. Let's play baseball. Let's climb a tree. Riding bicycles in the sun, Will this season end? No - never - dreaming of that special one. Oh, to be there now. However, summers never last forever.

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Edward Ibeh

Date: 4/15/2025 3:53:00 AM

Beautifully composed, Dave. Best of luck in the contest!

David Crandall
Date: 4/15/2025 7:47:00 PM

Thanks Edward!

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 4/14/2025 11:18:00 AM

I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. Oh yes, the good old school days we love now but hated then. Great memories are the best kind the have. "Good Luck" We both did this one. Have a wonderful spring day and Blessed Easter.........

David Crandall
Date: 4/15/2025 7:47:00 PM

Yes, funny isn't it, how we remember school so fondly, but hated them then!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/14/2025 5:19:00 AM

I can feel your excitement!

David Crandall
Date: 4/14/2025 10:08:00 AM

In some ways, being retired, I feel like it's an endless summer. I just wish my body was in the same shape it was 50 years ago - lol!