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Summers Ago (poem)

Updated on March 20, 2014

Was this the path which we use to stroll

Those summers ago

Those summers ago


Flowers and moonlight taking their toll

To warm lovers’ glow

Those summers ago


Kisses ignited each happy refrain

Soft was the touch of enchantment’s rain

Fragrant are moments ever remain

Which grace did bestow

Those summers ago


Was this the way our hearts took control

And setting the flow

To summers ago


Following dreams and stars to patrol

Wonders to know

In summers ago


Keeping tomorrows clear in our sight

Joys we’d create fed our appetite

We were our mornings’ source of delight

Enjoyment to show

Through summers ago


And in the quiet fond wishes console

Memories flames flow

From summers ago


We take the path which once claimed our soul

Those summers ago

Those summers ago


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      Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

      This made me feel like drinking lemonade under the shade. Summer, what a wonderful poem.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Interesting poem.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii


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      Randi Benlulu 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ


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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 4 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      Lovely memories, beautiful poem, Martin.

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      Karen Silverman 4 years ago

      a soul is 'claimed' but once once in a lifetime - if that..

      .it's not something easily forgotten...



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      Terry Harman 4 years ago from Lacey Washington


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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Sweet melancholy, Martin....indeed.