Today, I was reading through some of my old blog posts.
I came across this poem that I wrote a couple of years ago.
There is just something about summer time…
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Summertime Memories
Front porches, tree lined streets,
hometown parades, ice cream treats.
Lightning bugs, stars at night,
running barefoot, tea on ice.
Shucking corn, bumblebees
curtains blowing in the breeze.
Lemonade, country roads,
windows down, lawns need mowed.
Just washed linens smell like sun,
staying up late, having fun.
Coke in a bottle, feet in the sand,
old friendships, lots of plans.
Written by: Dawn Gibson
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Dawn, this is so awesome. Your poem today brings back such fond memories of my summers growing up in our small Iowa farm town. I can relate to all these things. I had forgotten: Mom had a clothesline in the back yard and used to dry our clothes there. I remember the fragrance of our sheets drying on the line. Wow! You did it again. Thank you. Can I repost this on my blog, please?
Steve,
Of course!
Thank you.
Ah, The Romance Of Summer will appear on FHG on Tuesday, July 8. Thanks again. What wonderful memories!