Summers Grown There were days, once of sand and sun juvenile fun no cares in this world . . . They evaporated away the sweat of play shimmered pores of a past life . . . There were times ago who'd have known not to let go - to keep souvenirs . . . There was life, then lived carefree now, tides ebb the shore - dry . . . � K.E.Cline, 06/27/1997 |