June 18, 2010
By Anonymous

I remember lying on my back,
smelling the fresh, green grass,
looking up into the clear blue sky,
and dreaming.

I remember the sound
of the birds in the trees;
the buzzing of the bees,
and perspiring.

I remember the heavy haze
just above me.
How it made me drowsy,
and dozing.

I remember the contentment that came
with lying alone, doing nothing.
Staring past the sun,
without a thought for the future,
and wishing.

I Remember Summer.

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