Poems/Lyrics

Summer Days.

Summer Days:

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I remember when you were young,

You used to love playing in the sun,

Under those bright shining rays,

You would run for hours and play,

But you’ve left me alone,

Gone to the place where angels roam.

Now as the years go past,

Memories remain they’re built to last,

And although time took you away,

I’ll never forget those summer days.

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Inspired by The Daily Post One Word Prompt:Β Summer

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13 thoughts on “Summer Days.

  1. You sure have a lot of land. I can barely handle my giant yard. That creek reminds me exactly of this one near my house I used to jump all the time to get to the other side of the highway. Beautiful pictures and what a cute dog. 😊 I wish I could write poetry. It doesn’t come to me as natural as writing fiction.

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      1. Oh, that’s good. I was thinking damn that’s a lot of grass to cut. I already have to pay someone to cut my lawn. I couldn’t imagine what they’d charge for all that land. Crap shacks are just as homey. πŸ˜‰Big houses are overrated. I want to sell mine and move into something smaller and it’s not even that big. No one needs three bathrooms or three floors. It’s a lot of space to clean. πŸ˜‚ So, I take it you’re a country boy then. I don’t have a lot of open land like that around me. I’m too close to the city. But it would be nice.

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  2. Yeah, I live in a market town with quite alot of countryside around in places, but I’m not a country bumpkin or yokel. Ha, I despise cutting grass, even with only a smallish lawn it’s a bane and I’d rather be doing anything else but it! πŸ˜‚ Ah, 3 floors, Hhmm most houses in the UK only have 2! πŸ˜‚

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    1. Here’s another comment I missed. Damn WordPress. I didn’t mean you were a country bumpkin. Haha! Aww, I was afraid you’d think that. I like country boys. They’re usually polite. City guys are assholes. I hope you weren’t offended. To me, that just means not from the city. Ooh a market town. That sounds fun. There’s a town about an hour from me that has these little shops and markets that I like to go to. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live in a small town. Philly is one of the largest cities in the US. It can be overwhelming. I’m allergic to grass, so I have to pay someone to cut it. It’s literally one of the worst things on the planet is cutting grass. Yeah, 3 floors is common on the East Coast of the US. Some of the Victorian style houses have 5 floors. But they’re hard to find. I guess you don’t have basements in the UK? Most houses here have a basement. I’d rather live on one floor. That’s more common in the hotter parts of the US, like California and Florida. One floor is plenty of space for me. I could live in a one bedroom apartment and that would be enough.

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      1. It depends on the house. Some basements are creepy and unfinished with old rain water pooled in the corners. That’s where the furnace goes in a house around here. I have probably one of the coolest finished basements you’ll ever see. I’ll have to take pictures so you can see. It has all of my sports crap all over the place, fish tanks built into the walls… My pool table is pretty sweet, too. There’s a lot happening down there. Most people would refer to it as a man cave. Crazy Americans? You think all Americans are crazy or just me? Haha!

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  3. I need some Kleenex… Nothing gets to me more than the death of a pet. Good thing you’ll always have those memories (unless you become senile of course). What was his name?

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      1. Me neither! But I’m relatively young myself and have to ask hubby every day if he’s seen me taking my pills XD. D’oh, I knew I should’ve written “his/her”. Bless her, though. Was she a border collie?

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