Sitting on the old porch swing
Slowly drifting to and fro
Sunshine bright upon my face
I felt a soft ethereal glow.
Sunbeams danced like butterflies
On their tip-toes sprightly,
Touched my daydreams here and there
Leaving imprints lightly.
Drifting gently, I awoke
As a cloud passed o'er the sun.
Though the memory faded soon
My summer daydream was still fun.
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Coming Of Age After Fifty
My Thoughts On A June Morning
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