Summer Dreams
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7/14/2025 for Summer Sonnets Poetry Contest sponsored by X F Lacasse
In summer, I would never hear the call
for dinner. I was having too much fun
when I was at the plate in wiffleball
and hoping I would score the winning run.
I could not hear the voice, "time to go home",
as I dug holes and caught crabs on the beach.
I could only hear the sound of surf and foam,
and tried to catch a wave just out of reach.
As summers did come, so, too, summers went
with beach parties and barbecued weenies.
An excuse for being late, I'd invent
as I dreamed of blondes wearing bikinis.
The summers I knew always came with dreams.
This year, it's to hear Mother's voice, it seems.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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