The summer was full of bustling crowds
Of Ferris Wheels and recreation park rides
Of Handball games and swimming races
Of Barbecues where we lingered over the fire
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But the best time was the week after the labor day races
When my friends and I had the beach to ourselves
And the beach still looked trampled on
And we played our own games and explored aqueduct trails.. we confided in eachother.. life and sociability. contacts, being human. love. relationships...... all that is so important came in this poem.. thank u dear poet. tony
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But the best time was the week after the labor day races When my friends and I had the beach to ourselves And the beach still looked trampled on And we played our own games and explored aqueduct trails.. we confided in eachother.. life and sociability. contacts, being human. love. relationships...... all that is so important came in this poem.. thank u dear poet. tony
Thank you for your kind comment. I read your poem and liked it. I see that you have submitted very many poems to Poem Hunter. In time I'd like to read them. Thanks again for you insight. They say when a poem is submitted it stands by itself apart from the author and belongs to the interpretation of readers. I hope to be a good audience to your poems.