Summer Memories

By Charlotte Vaughn

As the summer breeze made the dandelion drift away from me,

And I felt the stream trickle across my toes bare toes,

I remembered the days, when I climbed high trees,

And I roamed wherever I wanted.

I wish I could go back in time, to visit those wonderful days again.

I remembered the times, when I spent all day, lying in the soft grass all alone,

Or skipping around meadows, pick flowers, and making them into crowns.

If I could re-live those days,

I would be so happy.

But instead, I have memories of Black and white.

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