July

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It speaks to me of summer heat
Of struggling grass and burning street

Of sweating drinks that cool my hand

When lemonade is in demand

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Though heat is more a friend than foe

It never our love for breeze will know

And oft in shade of trees we find

A rest for body and the mind

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Before the warmth had come to height

We raise the banner: blue, red, white

Then mix a dish to chill, and pack

The cookies for an evening snack

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We all arrive in festive air

The breeze caresses our damp hair

Up high in blue shines out a torch

And smiling on we cross the porch

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Activities throughout the day

Might possibly contain hose-spray

While over picnic bounty lingers

Playful feet and serving fingers

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On past this day my thoughts reach out

The fireworks gone--to days without

The noise of people, all I see

Is green beans being picked by me

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Then back to people--at the lake

And splashing water, eating steak

Build towers high from fresh wet sand

Then back in water, back to land

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I've left out lots of things, you know

Enjoy them all and learn and grow

In summer's heat and winter's chill

In flow'ry valley, sun-baked hill

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Learn: God, in all good things we see

Shows crazy love and so should we

And don't forget it's 'Only the

First sentence of eternity'

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~Olivia