Jun. 11, 2017
The Park
I need the sun
Kira Braun
The clear blue sky
I need the heat
Birds flying by
Baby birds shrill
Sending Mother to foray,
Children's voices echo
While they play
The wafting breeze
Carries other sounds
From distant yards
Traveling song with no bounds
I sit soaking in
Each detail around me
Enraptured by all this;
Summer day, glory be.
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