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Summertime Celebration, Freedom

I love summertime. Especially the ones— Meandering from here To where with only One care. Adventure Three curious children and a map Destined for experience. The trunk packed to the rim: Ravioli, tuna, applesauce, and veggies, Salty crackers, peanut butter, jelly And you name it…snacks galore. Lots of pillows, covers and Camping gear-- We were ready to: Go or stop… Snack or eat… At a picnic table, In a park, or anywhere, Even in the car. Together as one: Driving, Looking Learning. Family votes -- Hey, I’ll bet that’s why- They were: Good. Helpful …and Curious They were liberated For the summer!!! No structure- only: Fun. Joy. Surprises. Oh, the togetherness…smiling. We were Free— Free to drive all the way to New York, Park for 30 minutes, wave at the Statue of Liberty, And drive a thousand miles back home. Free to stand on the Continental Divide one day And camp in the Grand Tetons the next. Free to explore Yellowstone National Park …Or ride on a carriage in San Francisco. Free to dig for fossils in Aurora, North Carolina Or see: the Painted Desert and The Petrified Forrest. We were Free—Free—Free—to Celebrate Summer…. and we did!!! ORIGINALLY POSTED 4/13/2009 Reposted for Poetry Soup Member Contest: First Poem On Soup Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot

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Date: 1/26/2014 7:25:00 PM
This brings back so many memories of my youth. I love it.....Tim
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Tim Smith
Date: 1/26/2014 7:34:00 PM
No...I am from Chicago..I wish I was in Florida..haha..We are getting 2 days of below zero weather starting tonight
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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Date: 1/26/2014 7:31:00 PM
Thanks, Tim. I had so much fun with my children during our summertime adventures. Big Smiles! (I can't see your picture clearly. Are you Timmy Smith from Live Oak, Florida, who goes to my church?)

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