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Nostalgia?

A landscape of memories 

sweet and sour.

So close to heart 

and yet so far

Many a hot summers

Of sheer joy and fun

The pitter patter of 

Tiny wet feet tiptoeing

on a burning hot patio
Rushing into blue waters
with squeals of laughter
Fighting for floats n noodles,

avoiding the pine needles.
Dreading that first raindrop

That'd bring all play to a stop

Amid moans and the pleas

That no adult would appease

There was so much to do in those fests of fun

Endless servings of watermelon

Drinking lemonade by the gallon
Diving for coins that someone would drop

Quietly effacing post painful belly flops

Feigned nonchalance when trunks got undone

And friends laughed and grinned all while you squirmed

Happy times with old and young
Oh those were such days of fun
Those carefree summers
when all was green.
Peace and freedom abounded

'Twas a place to dream

It’s all so different now

With distances and pretences.

My sea of blue is no more

Nor the joyous pink azalea bush
All there is is the staggering fence
What did it guard now I wonder?
It is as if a painted canvas broke
Under that mighty oak

It's now but an orphaned space
that was once a bustling home

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