Day Dreamer

Hot summer sun baking our brows. . .

black-winged hoppers snapping knee high

as we walked the dusty roads. . .

 

yellow jackets massed around

hidden blackberry bushes.

Oh, those wonderful summer days of yore!

 

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

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