The Jersey Shore In June
Jersey Shore was where my family picnicked every year
Under the weeping willow with a spraying fountain near
Nineteen ninety-eight we saw a bald eagle fly west
Eagles always soar that time of year to their nest
Though it was a chilly June we swam in the reverie
Encompassed in frigid waters, we still enjoyed our family
Elated we ate sandwiches and drank fresh lemonade
Needing each other with laughter as in the sun we laid
This tradition became a yearly custom in early afternoon
Holding on the memories of the Jersey Shore in June
Juneteenth Contest
Edward Ibeh
July 7, 2018
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2018
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