Summer Memories Lazy summer days, Wearing cut-ofiFjeans and old t-shirts, Walking barefoot through endless cotton fields, Like dancing on clouds. Sitting
on the white porch swing,
Guzzling iced tea by the gallon,
Only the country music station breaking the stilbiess. Stomachs growling as the aroma of Black-eyed peas, combread, and pecan pie
Under the pines we
lie
on our backs
drift by.
in the intense
Georgia heat and
Dream of being nowhere else.
—
Christina
Hogan
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