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Summer Father

by Mary Haynes 2 years ago in nature poetry
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Tribute to Dad

Memory Bridge

Faded summer thoughts still on my mind play

Time with my father was rare and a treat

Moments glided by as night swallowed day

We savored the time and relished the heat

We tasted mint as we walked by the creek

Watched swallows return to cliffs made of clay

Grinned at the fledglings with wide gaping beaks

The waning sun signaled the end of day

Twilight fell fast as we made our descent

Fireflies glowed as they flew over our heads.

Dad poked at skunk cabbage, oozing foul scent

We tripped over fallen logs, long ago dead

My mind wanders back at life left behind

At small things I cherish, ties that still bind

nature poetry

About the author

Mary Haynes

Mary Haynes splits her time between a romantic old sailboat in tropical waters and a beach home in Ontario. A wanderer, by fate, she embraces wherever she roams! Mary recently completed her first children’s book, “Who Ate My Peppers?”

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