Summer Breeze
Summer Breeze
A summer breeze cools scorching leaves
And calls to a reclining and lonely soul
To listen to the whispering of
Memories of long ago.
When babies played on Dad-mowed grass,
And laughed and fell and cried,
But grew strong with love personified,
‘Til Lass met Lad and Lad met Lass,
With one after one goodbye.
Now a squirrel stares back with knowing eyes,
A descendant of all he surveys,
And cotton ball clouds drift beloved memories away.
Resting eyes then close and doze in a cool summer breeze.
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