Rose fragrance filled the heavy humid air
An elderly couple strolling across the bridge with care
Lads fishing at Seneca Creek hoping to catch a trout
Neighborhood playgrounds bustling with children roaming about
Memories fill our minds with summers of long ago
Midsummer twilight reflects a warm glow
White picket fences frame the homes along the lane
Hot humid evenings with a slight mist of rain
These are the summers of our lives
Vacations, and family from out of town arrives
May they all be happy cherished memories
Many seasons have come and gone over the centuries
Enjoy each and every day for each new day holds a surprise
Whether good or bad we learn to appreciate our lives
If we listen carefully to our elders in their wise advice
We all want to grow, and learn if we continue to try to be precise
© 2005Joyce Ann Geyer
Joyce's Site
Poetry by Joyce
Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve
As for me and my household, we will serve the LORD
~Joshua 24:15~
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