Summer Vacations Memories
First there was lightning and then came rain
the glory of it all I cannot explain.
The crash of thunder and the falling limb
And then there was silence, dark and dim.
It brought back memories of the cottage on Michigan shores
Where I spent my youth in Summer lake chores.
The old pump-organ which accompanied our singing
Filled the night with vibrate ringing
The fun-filled days, sailing and kayaking
Shopping at Johnson's frolicking and yakking
Then came July 4th, with rockets soaring
And e pluribus dingbat, interrupting his snoring.
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