Senses revive, strengthened by sweet, fresh air, recently cleansed by a summer thunderstorm.
Wonder ensues as a beloved pet chases a tarantula out of it's home. 
There is jumping, flipping, dancing happiness to be found on the trampoline.
Splashes and giggles can be heard at every puddle in the yard as rocks are thrown into the fresh-formed water holes.
Swing-set "monkey bars" prove to be enticing, even at age 9.
Webkinz find new adventures in the fading light...watched over by careful owners, "aunts" and "uncles". 
Sunset is met with a pleasant, cool breeze, making the hour outside a joyously refreshing one.Summer...stay...stretch your reach and linger with us for just a little longer.
You are full of memories already.
2 comments:
You are such a talented writer & poet!! Thank you for sharing - it caused nostalgia to sweep over me of our own summer days & evenings at grandma & grandpa's. Summer really does belong to children, doesn't it? : )
That was beautiful. You should publish more of your writings.
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