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Summer In July

The things once near and dear to me now seems so far away
Yet in my flights of fancy i can scent the new mown hay
Where the dark winged migrant swallows are chirping as they fly
Above the sunlit meadows of Summer in July

The boys and girls i went to school with in the Town by the Finnow
Perhaps of years now showing the wear to time we all must bow
Some of them in distant cities live as grandparents of today
Time does not wait for anyone as the wise one did say

The Seasons come and go too fast and old age comes to us too soon
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Friday, March 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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