summer time
filled with endless play
day stretches until dusk
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street light's amber glow
signals twilights arrival
mother calls me home
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fresh from a cool bath
tucked snugly into bed
silver moon stands watch
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What a pleasant memory - long summer days, when all the children in my neighborhood were allowed to stay out and play until dusk. The standard rule applied for all of us - when the streetlight's came on, it was time to head home. Since I was the "good girl" I was always appointed lookout. One eye peeled toward the big lampost on the corner, I'd try to wring every last minute of play from the day. Someone's mother (usually mine!) would start calling out our names, and we'd finally go racing toward open front doors, shouting breathlessly, "See you tomorrow!"