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Dreams of Summer

A Poem

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

In the middle of winter

When the days are the coldest

I sit by my fire and dream

Of the days of summer

Hot days when we’d go fishing

Or possibly for a swim in the river

Humid days when we’d sit on the porch

Or out in the yard in a swing made for two

Having a picnic underneath the tree

Watching the kids play a game of freeze tag

While they play with the water hose

Enjoying the blossoms and blooms

While bees and butterflies flit here and there

Waiting for the fireflies to make an appearance

While enjoying an ice tea

All while I dream of summer sitting by the fire

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs