summer passing

it seems
a little sad
to grow
into wanting
feelings of missing
the colors of days
shared with
flowers blooming
honeysuckle scent
and summer afternoons

lazy times tanning
not caring
of the world
its hardness
its acres and acres
of diamonds
just sandy beaches
washing away
our shadows
in the sun

wide brimmed hats
and day dreams
seabirds calling
sandpipers swift
on their feet
passing the sounds
lost in the wash
lines and waves
in the sand

sea grass
and seaweeds
tide lines
and sand castles
seashells collected
all are ways
where
the child
remains

nearer the water
the land and sky
waiting as ever
for mothers
and fathers
to show them
the way
homeward
again

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