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Memories Of A
Summer Day
At the end of
spring when
summer is new
and the soft
white clouds
float lazily by,
I can close my
eyes and picture
the view
when we lay in
the grass
underneath the
sky.
I
can vision the
daisies growing
wild and free
and hear the
tranquil play of
the narrow rill;
I can see the
branches of the
giant oak tree
that were home
to the robin and
the
whippoorwill.
As
the sun climbed
high o’er the
hidden dell
where the tender
breezes gently
sighed,
we were caught
in the moment of
a magic spell,
and my blushing
youth took wing
and died.
I
can still see
the blue of that
summer sky
when I tasted
the passion of
my first real
kiss,
and to my larval
heart I bid
goodbye
as I trembled in
the thrill of
metamorphosis.
How
numerous the
lips I have
kissed since
then;
how many the
loves that have
come my way,
but I still feel
a rush of
adrenalin
when my mind
wanders back to
that summer day.
~Copyright
© 1999 Ruth
Gillis~
"Memories
Of A Summer
Day"
received a First
Place Award
in the 2000
May/June issue
of Poets At
Work.
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