Poetry: Of Summers Past

A beautiful world
Trees go by
Sky bright red
Journeys ahead

Easy to forget
When some want you dead
Division . . . anger
It keeps some alive

Turn back the time
Of summers past
Hammock with a book
Newfoundland on my lap

Bring it here
Notice the sky
Dance in the bathroom
Dog’s first walk

Life is beautiful

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