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Summer Day
By Patricia Taylor Wells
An early morning rain cools the air,
And licks the grass with its tongue
Till each blade stands at attention,
Tall and unafraid.
Soon the sun burns through the clouds
Like a wildfire in the sky,
And little puddles are dried away
By its heat and blinding glare.
The day grows ever longer,
And all is slow and tired,
Unwinding like a lazy stream
That stays a steady course.
At last, the sun begins to sink,
Casting shadows on the ground.
Cicadas sing their chorus,
And birds on tender branch
Call to one another,
Then chase the fading light.
Another day has ended,
Its troubles swept away—
Yet still, I wait and wonder
What will tomorrow bring.
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