Spring Time Is The Time

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Spring Time Is The Time

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Spring Time Is The Time

Changes as the earth
whirlpool's around the sun at an angle, that's why there are different seasons.

Summer are hot, some rain at times.

Delightful days with sunlight so bright, children swimming in their favor watery hold, felt so nice.

Sun kisses the beautiful clear blue sky, while exquisite butterflies, flying throughout the refreshing summer's air.

Families's out doors firing up the grill, for the family weekend meal.

Hot summer day, with temperatures reaching its highest yet.

Whereas everyone is soaking wet, with their own sweat, dripping from their necks.

Summer brings the heat, rain, the watery hold's for the children, beautiful clear blue skies, exquisite butterflies flying through the air, families' weekend meals and remember the sweat dripping from their necks.

Grandma is the smartest of all us, she's relaxing in conditioning room, feeling cool and fresh, with memories that will not rest.

Grandma went off to sleep, as she sits in her air conditioning room.

Unforgettable dreamy, dreams Grandma are having, when she were a young girl living in the South.

Dreamy, dreams of when she once had a youthful soul, that has sweltering long ago in the hot southern sun.

Dreamy, dreams of the blistering temperature's being 120° degrees and higher at times.

Finally, the temperature's are lowing, due to the summer's have ended.

Dreamy, dreams of relief from the temperature's.

Wishing for spring time, that is not near yet, but just around the bin.

Grandma, dreams of fall, going back to school, after a long hot blistering summer, temperature reaching its highest.

Without a doubt, with reflection's of colorful, red's, orange's, of the leaves on the trees.

The leaves are falling with every brisk of wind that blows.

Days are cool now and the leaves has fallen, filled the grounds, to be raked up and bag for the trash.

Everyone's out raking the crispy leave's, cracking, crunchy, beneath their feet.

The sun started to set and the wind's got to be pretty breezy, but comfortable.

As we finished under the moonlit star's, that gave them light to see.

Night have come and the little children are in their outfits.

So pretty and sweet, out to get their Halloween treat's.

Pumpkin pie, in a child's eye's, eating sweet candy, until they can't sleep.

Fall have come to the
end for this season in Grandma dreamy, dreams.

Without waking dreamy, dreams of Grandma days are still near now, as the season's changes.

Dreamy, dreams of snowy, frosty, cold days while indoors sitting by open fire place.

Sipping hot chocolate and marshmallows during the winter time was so cozy and toasty for the family.

As the snow falls to knee-deep high and the roads begin to get wet and very slippery for the drivers.

Looking from the inside, the snow was so en
-chanted to watch as it felled upon their street.

The snow was unending by far.

Icy cold winds leaving people powdering to get indoors, out of the cold.

To relax in front of a warm fire place, to sip
hot chocolate and marshmallows.

Gusty winds leaving ice-kisses everywhere.

Grandma started to wake up, only to fall back to sleep to finish her dreamy, dreams.

Only to dream of her favorite season of the year.

Grandma dreaming of spring time, her favorite season of the year.

Grandma, dreamy, dreams of when she was a young girl living in the South.

Her parents owned the local grocery store.

It wasn't a big store, but it had most of the things he needed for their day to day needs.

If the store didn't have what the people needed, daddy would take orders from them.

So when he went into the big town to get supplies for the store, he would pick up everyone's else as well.

Dreamy dreams, of how awakening everything becomes in the spring time.

Everything is so beautiful, blissful, enjoyable, cloudless sky's as children playing in the streets.

Flowers blooming in the park, spring time bring the lovely fragrances throughout the air,
from miles around.

Spring time is so incredible, lovely, inspiring, on a picture perfect day.

There's no better season, than the pleasant relaxing times sitting under a big pine tree, on fluffy green grass, that has just started to grow.

Spring time, brings rainy days, that pure the air to breathe.

Filling buckets with every drop of rain to wash the hair.

Some don't care for the spring time, but for Grandma, there's no better time of the year.

Grandma, wake's up from her dreamy dream's of her past, but with a moment's glance, she thought that spring was here already.

Grandma, told us about her incredible, relaxing, lovely, cheerful, pleasant, beautiful blissful of the outdoors as she was a young girl.

Dreamy dreams of flowers blooming, fragrances surrounding the air, from miles around.

It didn't seem like a dreamy dream to grandma

But Grandma, knew that she wouldn't have been sitting in an air conditioning room having dreamy dreams if it was her favorite time of year, spring time!

By,

Larry Perry, Sr.

11/24/2017
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