summer breezes blow hot in the south
daylilies wilted to the ground yellow and brown and curled
far away
from his grandmother
the boy walks the mountainsides with boys in blue, tan and green
'cause that is what boys do
they climb hills, pitch tents and cook their own food
carving out their manhood one warm day at a time
grandmothers stay home
thinking of long ago vacations
a favorite tree, the muffin lady and breakfast on the beach
going, going gone the outline of the man grows
right before her eyes.
I'm going to get her back.
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I went to first through fourth grade at the same school. After that it was
one year here, one year there, one and a half, two and a half, two… Then
univer...
5 years ago
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