This Summer's child,
locks blowing wild,
waits nature's soft caress...
Sand squishing toes,
cool sprinkling hose,
pink flowered morning dress.
Red rosy cheeks,
sweet giggly squeaks...
hence, sailing wishful dreams.
Hands clasping tight,
fire twinkling light,
lush melting cocoa creams.
True secret spot,
now Camelot
Of playtimes to enchant...
clover-leafed crown,
patched, quilted gown,
whilst pond'ring gems to grant.
Nut buttered lips,
licked fingertips,
a threat'ning Bumble sting!
Branched climbing-trees,
bruised tender knees,
on flying wooden swing.
Oh take me back
when worries lack,
to Summers long ago...
Each granted day's,
unique arrays...
my seasons ~ all aglow.
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