Summer Reruns Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Summer Reruns



Rumm of the lawnmower
As Daddy combs the grass
Up straight. Lemonade
In tall cold glasses
Sweating gold drops.
Leaves emerald bright.
Kids rolling down
Steep, dipping hills,
Mom's hollering-
Supper's on.

Dear God,
Dim the light.

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