SUMMER
Clicking Sprinklers on fresh cut lawns,
Children in back yards singing kid songs.
Fresh brewed Ice Tea fills your glass,
Dreams of summer have come at last.
Driving in your car with your top down,
Radio blaring rock and roll songs.
Walking hand in hand through a field of grass,
Dreams of summer are here at last.
Firecrackers exploding in a night sky,
Campfires are glowing for other campers who might stop by.
Then comes the first orange leaf that falls from a tree,
Dreams of summer will never leave me.
Kimberley A Bradshaw
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