Remember the
chilly water running down the knee board
as my brother zoomed post at the
lakes.
Remember
golden sand on your feet
when we ran around at the wide crowded beach?
That was
summer.
Remember
nagging Dad to put the pool up
waiting for him to grab the pipe to get water to
the pool?
We watched as the water slowly filled up.
That was
summer.
Remember the
prickles in your feet at the picnic on the grass?
Do you
remember sand squelching between your toes?
That was
summer.
By William
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