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In the middle, we kept a large kiddie pool,
And off to the side, a huge sandbox.
I remember spending all hours of daylight outdoors.
Trampling around through the bushes and trees.
Breathing in the mixture of freshly cut green grass ...
Drinking cool water from the pea green hose
And enjoying the sound of birds, chirping in vigorous harmonies.
I remember letting my imagination free.
Allowing my sprinkler to become a time warp.
Feeling the cool water run down my sun drenched skin...
Then forgetting that game, (as only small children can do)
and getting rough sand stuck to my body as a dug through the sandbox.
Making mud pies and cakes, while the sand dried slowly,
and eventually brushed gently off my skin.
I'd play out in the sun until it started sinking behind the horizon
Splashing beautiful colors of golds, amethysts, pinks, aquas, and crimsons
Elisabeth A. Gildenzoph
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