21. This Summer Day
That sprinkler is at it again,
hissing and spitting its arc
of silver, and the parched
lawn is tickled green. The air
That sprinkler is at it again,
hissing and spitting its arc
of silver, and the parched
lawn is tickled green. The air
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Full strawberry moon,
ushers in hot days of June,
high tides fill the dune,
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I gaze through the window pane,
At the freshly mown lawn.
The deep green color
Takes me back to a day gone by.
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Beautiful, beautiful summer!
Odorous, exquisite June!
All the sweet roses in blossom,
All the sweet birdies in tune.