Day Dreamer
Hot summer sun baking our brows. . .
black-winged hoppers snapping knee high
as we walked the dusty roads. . .
yellow jackets massed around
hidden blackberry bushes.
Oh, those wonderful summer days of yore!
©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.
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rkcdlitt
I am a retired high school and college professor. The last 10 years of my teaching was as a college professor of literature and writing. I have self-published one book of prayers and meditations and am preparing another book of poetic odes to faith and love. I am truly honored to be welcomed into this group.
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