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| Memories by � tallpanther2000 Golden fields of sun kissed hay, Misty hills on rain drenched days. Fog drifting lazily from a Southern pond. Crickets sing their Spring time song, While frogs join in the choral throng. Memories of my childhood days fly through My mind like a flash flood through a mountain gorge. The joy of skinny dipping in the creek. Summer games, like hide and seek. The warmth of summers sun shines through With exciting things for us to do. Even Now that I am grown, I still like to chase Fireflies in the fields. Looking back I often feel, the joy of then with great appeal. Jim Windwalker August, 1994 |
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