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I remember... shorts, barefeet and bare chest crawdad fishing, bike riding creek wading, rope swinging and flower picking Wild gallops on the ponies hide and seek among (I can almost smell it) sweet corn stalks kick the can and tag sitting under the apple tree eating ("they'll make you sick") green apples fish fries, carnivals and strawberry socials making ("my turn to crank") homemade ice cream thunderstorms                      rainbows                                              making mud pies catching grasshoppers and fireflies   staying up late and sleeping on the floor evening drives and   honeysuckle hours of make believe running like the wind and freedom! August August comes turns up the heat August comes with no relief the summer air lays heavy encasing all nearby earth even fireflies' frolic has turned to more a dirge everything moves sluggishly slowed to snail's pace the languid cat's indifferent to the moth he'd earlier have chased Augusr comes turns up the heat August comes with no relief Serenade Sweet voices of the evening delight of summertime do you sing to make the sun rise? or to make stars brightly shine? enchanting summer concert echoing all around do fireflies keep your rhythm as they dance and flit about? do you usher in the dreamtime? do you croon the flowers to sleep? and where is your song in winter? does it rest in slumber deep?
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
Three to Make an"Ode" to Summer
I remember... shorts, barefeet and bare chest crawdad fishing, bike riding creek wading, rope swinging and flower picking Wild gallops on the ponies hide and seek among (I can almost smell it) sweet corn stalks kick the can and tag sitting under the apple tree eating ("they'll make you sick") green apples fish fries, carnivals and strawberry socials making ("my turn to crank") homemade ice cream thunderstorms                      rainbows                                              making mud pies catching grasshoppers and fireflies   staying up late and sleeping on the floor evening drives and   honeysuckle hours of make believe running like the wind and freedom! August August comes turns up the heat August comes with no relief the summer air lays heavy encasing all nearby earth even fireflies' frolic has turned to more a dirge everything moves sluggishly slowed to snail's pace the languid cat's indifferent to the moth he'd earlier have chased Augusr comes turns up the heat August comes with no relief Serenade Sweet voices of the evening delight of summertime do you sing to make the sun rise? or to make stars brightly shine? enchanting summer concert echoing all around do fireflies keep your rhythm as they dance and flit about? do you usher in the dreamtime? do you croon the flowers to sleep? and where is your song in winter? does it rest in slumber deep?
Actually this year our beastly hot month was July, but August was written in another year and August/Summer is almost over so I left it.
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
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