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Summer's End
Contributed by
Dralion
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Monday, 5th September 2005 @ 09:03:39 PM in AEST
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Soon,
the flip-flops,
the bathing suits,
the shorts,
and the sundresses,
will be packed away.
But the memories
will be kept
for a lifetime.
The barefoot sunsets,
the oceans call,
the ballgames.
And we will all wait
through Autumn's wind
and winter's chill.
For spring flowers,
and warm breezes,
to get us ready
for new memories.
Copyright ©
Dralion
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2005-09-05 21:03:39]
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Re: Summer's End
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 5th September 2005 @ 09:06:17 PM AEST
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| Yes yes, an excellent poem, I loved it, I understand what you're saying. Sometimes when we wish it was winter in the summer,so hot, when we are in winter, we wish it was summer, so cold, ironic is it not? Lol. SLipSiX. |
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Re: Summer's End
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by brew on
Monday, 5th September 2005 @ 09:22:14 PM AEST
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I thought this was a very well written post. True to what was penned.! But, i live in texas.so not for awhile , here.!
Thanks for posting
Brew~
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Re: Summer's End
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by Archie on
Monday, 12th September 2005 @ 06:29:46 PM AEST
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| Great poem. I wrote a poem a year ago called "My conversation with Jack" It is about the winter coming. Your poem is a very good write reminding me of it. |
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Re: Summer's End
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 11:17:13 PM AEST
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well looks like I got to your poem just in time, all these things in your poem I am handling. Yes, flowers of summer are gone, the trees are pretty orange red here where I live. I am out of my shorts and back in long pants, still got my flip flops on. 68 degrees, not yet time to turn the heater on.
And you are correct, we have our past memories of our fun summer (s).
Beautiful write, thank you
Raquel Leah |
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