The river wends its restless way
Through clear, cool eve of summer day.
Cottonwoods shed their downy charms
While bullfrogs croak throaty alarms.
The robins sing in poplar trees;
Their voices blend with bumblebees'
And chirping crickets', load and shrill.
Wonderland beckons, and I thrill
To endless pleasure --- sight and sound ---
And summer's magic treasures found.
~ Doris Gregerson
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