Treasure Island

Gayle Sweeney

(May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)

Summer Days


Girls whirling cartwheels in the soft grass and pure kisses,
Surprises, waves of laughter
And candle light wishes.
Summer days,
Starry nights.
Hearts in flight.

A car ride by the still morning blue ocean with you -
The peaceful time together on sunshiny wings flew.
Summer days,
Starry nights.
Two hearts in flight.

Open paint box blossoms dancing in a clear, cool breeze,
Kids climbing up and up
From bough to bough in green trees.
Summer days,
Starry nights.
All hearts in flight!

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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