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by willow
Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2219842
Childhood memories of a country life.
Tennessee Summers

We were kids catching fireflies

and watching them glow.

Wadin through the creeks

bare foot and slow.

Grandma's in the porch swing

Sipping cold lemonade

It was a Tennessee summer

And we had it made.

We could play all day

be covered in dust

Grandma gave us a bath

In an old wash tub.

The barn where we played

When it got too hot

we swung from the beams

landed in the hay loft.

Grandma's house was simple

And clean as could be

With a garden out back

And a weeping willow tree.

Those childhood days

I would go back again

To the Tennessee summers

Where my life began.

We would pick blackberries
in the heat of July
Churn homemade ice cream
while grandma made us a pie.

Eating sweet watermelon
and spittin the seed
blowin dandelions
in the evenin breeze.

Tire swingin on a rope
beneath the oak tree shade
It was a Tennessee summer
and we had it made
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