Wednesday, April 20, 2011



Wishes made on shooting stars
When I was still a child
Summer walks on well worn
Paths where blueberries grew wild

Rows of white washed houses lined
The streets, then paved with sand
Early mornings at the
Lake, fishing pole in hand

Swimming in the afternoons till
The sun began to fade, then we'd
Talk about the following day
And all the plans we made

Memories of my childhood
Put smile upon my face
For now and then I visit
Lingering in this special place

(Childhood Memories by Dawn Enderson)

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