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Still Dreaming
The days at last are bearable, the wind is softly blowing, The summer's coming to a close, and that we all are knowing. I got to see the ocean once, I want to see it twice, And if I don't 'fore winter comes, that won't be very nice. I love the sea, the rolling waves, the sand between my toes, I love to walk the boardwalk, wish I'd get there, heaven knows. But work weeks have a way of going by, before we know it, And if there's time where we can play, my week just doesn't show it. So I still dream of where I'll go when once repairs are done, 'Cuz once my house is fixed, for now, I'm off to have some fun!! 2 comments from 2 users
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posted by
ALICEN
on Aug 31, 2009 at 06:58 PM
Pethaven: All too true about those weeks. They have a way of slipping away, so you'd better hie thee to the sandy shore. Yesterday I noted that some of the leaves on the cherry tree are showing that first subtle change in color. I hate it! Once I wrote a poem, I think called "Autumn," where the first line was "The first brown leaf has appeared in my yard........." The seashore calls. Go! posted by
Pethaven
on Sep 1, 2009 at 04:48 AM
I noticed leaves falling in my back yard the first week of August, and in my driveway. I certainly was not ready for that! I shall be off to the beach the week after next-this week is my long stretch. I keep it that way so alternate weeks I can have three days in a row off.
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