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Summer breezes dance and
tease my wind chimes
in a melodic dance of sounds;
my mind cast adrift on open sea;
as memory stirs of bygone days.
Golden days of lightning bugs, whippoorwills,
frogs and crickets; mockingbirds;
a heightened sense of serenity in its busyness,
living close to the land; hearing nature's voices.
Life in the city, a landscape of concrete;
a constant swoosh of cars past my house,
leaves the senses assaulted;
a mosh of fractured noise.
A far cry from Grandma’s farm,
these joys recalled only occasionally now
in such odd moments;
and treasured as old dear photos.
Carolyn Brunelle
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