lost boys of summer....A Poem by Bradjust thinking about the good old days..that heat affected us all my brothers and i young and full of spit we would play in the swamp across the road building forts with old plywood playing cops and robbers with sticks as guns hide and seek in the warm summer nights we caught turtles and frogs snakes and squirrels we swam in the lake and fished its waters i remember falling in love or was it lust at 15? arcades and roller-skates everything was so much more than what it really was i can still smell the fresh cut grass the perfume of the lake the sounds how we'd laugh how we'd shout we never shed tears during the summer months each day an adventure made up richly in our minds i wonder if my brothers think about the same that swamp is gone now even the old house rebuilt and remodeled wouldn't recognize it now but the memory still stains my eyes and its 1985 all over again... © 2010 BradFeatured Review
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