Summer On The River - Poem by Annette Reddy
Pretty young girls with shining hair
short shorts and skirts
and brown legs bare,
Brash young men with bluster and bluff
flex their muscles and strut their stuff.
And youth grabs life, makes it stand and deliver
for this is their time -
summer on the river.
Old folks sit in the shade of a tree
and smile at familiar memory
and the river flows and rolls along
down many a year
to the same old song.
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