David Guillotte

Summer Days

As I wake up I hear the birds whistling
See the flowers glistening
and the sun strecthing as far as can be seen

The flowers start to blossum and bloom
The trees are full of leaves
The animals are gallivanting around
There is so much to see but not enough time.

Life is passing through
The days get longer
Children are playing their games
The day is coming to an end
and a new day awaits

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 16, 2005
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2005

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