In the corner of my room
Curled up with my chin on my knees
I think about those days in the trees
At the edge of a corn field
Stood our five trees
Slow dancing, in the summer breeze
While the sun shone down
The shade would pass
Over entwined bodies laying in the grass
The swing you made
The heart I broke
The love we found
The innocence I lost
That summer has long gone
And nothing remains
Except our names
Mine carved on a branch of a tree
Yours etched on stone in a cemetery
Donna Elouise James
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