Smells Of Summer

By Marcus Nunnally

Some of the truly great things about summer,
the fresh grass can be smelled for miles.
For most of my family the winter’s a bummer.
It sure has it’s share of trials.

I love to get up and rhomp through the dew,
seeing the morning glories out in full bloom.
Gather some knowledge of life and of truth.
It’s dark before I return to my room.

To look out at the garden and see with such care,
our lunch grow from planting through harvest.
The aunts, the uncles, and the family all there,
to show me that hard work is best.

From the smells of the food, the grass, and the dew, it’s a
trip down memory lane that can sure cure the blues.

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