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Jul 16, 2008
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A Summer's Day
It's a beautiful summer day...
perfect peacock-blue skies
a white cloud or two just for punctuation
neighborhood children play
parents with short tempers yell and shout
sadly
children mostly live what they learn...
yesterday an officer was shot in the line of duty
first one ever in Twinsburg, Ohio
a teenager passes by a smiling child...
excited to show him something
or another...
"that's neat, little brother." he says,
and goes on his way...
I wonder how many summers are like clouds
and what tales will be passed
to the next generation....
I wonder if we will have forgotten this summer..
when we might have made a difference.
perfect peacock-blue skies
a white cloud or two just for punctuation
neighborhood children play
parents with short tempers yell and shout
sadly
children mostly live what they learn...
yesterday an officer was shot in the line of duty
first one ever in Twinsburg, Ohio
a teenager passes by a smiling child...
excited to show him something
or another...
"that's neat, little brother." he says,
and goes on his way...
I wonder how many summers are like clouds
and what tales will be passed
to the next generation....
I wonder if we will have forgotten this summer..
when we might have made a difference.
— Kailashana, Jul 16, 2008
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Critiques
Rett
18 years ago
Nicely descriptive and
Kailashana
18 years ago
Thanks Rett, Just a cameo of
Rett
18 years ago
Actually the picture
Kailashana
18 years ago
My son would know what you
Leon
18 years ago
Summer clouds
Kailashana
18 years ago
Johannesburg, eh? I always
themoonman
18 years ago
Hi Anna...
Kailashana
18 years ago
We can only do what we do…
zarul
18 years ago
nice wotk
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