Summer Days
On hot summer days we would gather
on the river bank.
Racing up the hill
to claim your spot.
Some were anxious in line
others had done it a million times.
Feeling the rope between your hands
as you take your stance.
Holding on tight
you take flight.
With the wind in your face
and echos of friends yelling your name.
You let go of the rope
falling into the river below.
This is how we spent our
summer days.
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