Squeaky porch doors and grass between your toes


Do you remember the delicious anticipation of all of the adventure that awaited you when you woke up to each summer morning  as a child? 

Enjoy the the sound of the words and the beautiful pictures painted in this passage from this evocative summer poem:



My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.

--From Summer Dawn by Spike Milligan




I love the idea of flying dreams as we might fly a kite...

What are some of your favorite summer sounds, sights and smells?



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