This poem was published in July of 2015. It is a little this year, but what the hell.
Summer Here
the hay meadow mowed, raked and stacked,
a smell all its own,
announcing summer finally here,
soon there will be rodeos, street dances,
and ice cold beer,
feeling ready to celebrate,
the hay cut and stacked,
and summer finally here.
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