Take Me Back

I’m taken back to the summers of my youth
Evenings on the green
Moments of truth

Listening to concerts on the green
Sweat rolling off my skin
With the moon with the stars glistening

The music feeds my soul
It feels like a dream
I hate to go

Oh to be young again
No responsibilities calling on me
Not a care in the world
Just dreaming and  music for this young girl

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By Kris Heaton Posted in Poetry

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