garage sale bikes and fishing line shared
the outskirts of town were our adventure land
we swam in the stream and played in the sand
she was tall and I was shy
she kissed me once I don't know why
we played all day and every night
we roasted hot dogs, told stories of fright
The stream is now dry and the hay fields gone
kids are grown and school is done
all that remains are memories of summer days
and a faded photograph from a long lost place
~ Mark
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