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Summer Visit

It's a new day once again,
and summer's winding down.
Our children and their children
visit us and our hometown.

The dear horse now gets a workout,
and the river beckons all,
to commune, unbound, with nature,
like old times before the fall.

The backyard boasts a bonfire,
improvised from what we find.
Hot dogs send their rare aroma ,
catch up; relive; see life unwind.

The time could not be ending;
morning's chilled a bit, with dew.
That drive away impending:
blessed the presence; don't be blue.

Don't dwell now on the sorrow;
busy lives await them all.
This time in the tomorrow
will be precious in recall.

08/14/2014 Carol Welch
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