There was
promise
in the air
that summer.
Piling into
Jimmy's truck
and hit the
riverside.
Drinking
sweet cider.
Messing round
till gone sunset.
With a stolen kiss
. i watched a dream unfold in moonlit eyes.
Eyes
which faded
with the new
day's light.
Such days
were cheap
and plenty
then.
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Definitely "Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days of Summer"
Ah - memories...
Remembering..
Dave
When I close my eyes, these words ring golden in my head and gently so..
Thank you for a moments respite my friend .................
Neville
Indeed back then, mine was a pint of bitter though, not cider.
Andy
A fine write dusk. When is the Summer No. 18?!
Ah - -- as the song said - -"Those were the days my friend - We thought they would never end " --- thanks for this nostalgic write that gets to the heart and makes for sighs.......
'With a stolen kiss
. i watched a dream unfold in moonlit eyes.'
beautiful imagery, a great read
Happy music is playing and quickly read one rhyme..... Roll on the good times!!
Cheers buddy
Just listened to yours and I think I use that once I get out the jungle.... Whoop whoop!
BRIAN HERE ~ Good Evenin* Dusk ~ Thanks for VIDEO ~ very kool !
Loved the scenario in the Poem ~ I fear (for a variety of social & other reasons) those Lazy - Hazy - Crazy days you describe will never again retrun to the UK ~ Life gets serious don* it !
Thanks for remindin* & sharin*
Love - Peace & Joy to You & Yours
Angela - Brian & Smokey ! ! !
...do I dare reminisce......
Thanks
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