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Summer Play

Two little boys march out of doors to play.
The blue and cloudless sky won’t be denied.
But puddles still remain from yesterday
When crashing thunder caused them both to hide.

The rain has filled the sandbox like a flood
And so they jump and splash and soak their shoes.
Their ankles up past knees covered in mud,
They grin a grin designed to beat the blues.

Then, all across the yard, from house to fence,
They suddenly decide they need to run.
And to their own imagined audience
They dance and sing a song up to the sun.

There’s nothing that can make a heart rejoice
More than the summer play of little boys.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 5/24/2019 7:21:00 PM
Oh, this is such a charming and engaging sonnet, Stephen. Wonderful rhythm and high spirits abound in this exuberant piece. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan
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Stephen Tefft
Date: 5/24/2019 7:51:00 PM
Thank you so much, Susan. I am quite proud of this one.
Date: 5/8/2019 4:57:00 PM
O this is so sweet! Little boys are all action. Taking a picture of a little girl, captures them perfectly... but little boys require video! I have a poem called "Summer, Stay" with similar inspiration. :)
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Stephen Tefft
Date: 5/8/2019 5:50:00 PM
I just read it. Very nice! I grew up with only sisters. Watching my three boys grow up is so very different from my experience.
Date: 4/26/2019 5:48:00 AM
Stephen, you have captured the truth of little boys, and their exuberance, and their joy! Love it! Welcome to Soup!
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Stephen Tefft
Date: 4/26/2019 4:02:00 PM
Thank you, Caren. I appreciate it greatly.