In mists of memory
Chubby legs are churning
Chasing after robins
Little one is learning
Grabs kitty by long tail
Receives a little swat
Cries a little bit when
Kitty cannot be caught
Running through round sprinkler
Wet hair drips, squeals abound
Little body glistens
Soon joined by leaping hound
Hands and faces smeared with
Summer's blueberry pies
Dusk rings out with giggles
Small hands seek fireflies
In mists of memory
Of summers long ago
Watching little children
Feel love and joy's sweet glow
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Lyrical Porch II
PoetryCome sit on my porch, When you're feeling scorched, Come put up your feet, Read a tranquil treat ....
