#Summer, Childhood, Poetry


Just exploded into
Hot humid afternoons
Spent wet with summer haze
Drenched in perspirations
With only mornings offering respite

Come lie with me
Underneath a gentle Willow Tree
Let’s take a summertime nap
Looking up at the summer sky
Where clouds go by as
Fairy Ships, Wooden Horses and Kings
Such a day is easy

Or settle down indoors
Making summer pilates
On the living room floor
Rolled up in grandmothers’s
Brightly colored cotton quilts
Right in front of the window frame
Misty air coming from our
Water Box Cooler
Oh, my childhood ways implore

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