summers gone

Summer is past

it whent by so fast

nothing but memories

birds in trees

children singing

little girls dancing

are left of the summertime

it was magic, and oh so sublime.

But there is more

for me in store

in summers 

in winters

in days to come

both races and events to run.

Like the leaves that fall

I have it all

from my tree i will decend

this is a begining not an end.

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