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Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Summer Poem

By Ellen Younkins

Summertime - it’s memories of things so long ago,
wndows waiting for a breeze and awnings hanging low.

Lightning dancing in the sky to brighten up the night,
Rain drops singing mellow tones, oh so sweet and light.

Soft kisses from the morning mist on every blade of grass
and sunlight streams though the open panes of glass.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Oh, Ellen, what lovely memories your poem brought back to me.

How well I remember Summer days in the hot city. No air conditioning, nothing to cool you off except lowering the cool,striped, green and white awnings that shielded our little porch from the hot Sun.

Thanks for bringing that memory back to me....

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