Drifting Days
The dirt feels cool
around my fingers
and squishes between
my toes
Bringing back childhood's
fondest memories when
pirates were my heroes
The sun lays warm upon
my back, while the birds
sing out their tune
I find myself lost in time,
smiling, remembering,
on this lazy, drifting afternoon
Lynn West
2009
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