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between water
and highways,
feeling summer
passing.
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SUMMER'S PASSING
summer is passing
and I’m having a blast
waiting for nothing
waiting for anything
not waiting
darkness is falling
louder than airplanes
longer than highways
and I’m loaded with memories
of summer
summer passing
like traffic on highways
like airplanes going anywhere
I stay
dogs sniff everything
and I’m having a blast
planes blasting by
cars droning
insects humming
and me loaded
with sounds
of summer
passing
and I stay
summer is passing
I'm having a blast
summer is past
I'm waiting for something
waiting for nothing
not waiting at all


summer slides past
it's almost fall
night is falling
and summer is passing
I'm having a blast
loaded with memories
loaded with thoughts
not waiting at all
summer is passing
I'm having a blast
not waiting at all
not waiting at all
Elsa
May 31, 2001
copyright © Elsa Schieder 2001, 2008
publishing house - FlufferDuff Impressions 2006, 2008
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SUMMER'S PASSING - INTERACTIVE FLASH VIDEO!!!
Summer poems, so many sorts. Early summer, early morning in summer -
and here, late summer, late in the day, night falling.
To find out how Summer's Passing got written,
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To go from summer poems to more happiness poems,
this time about happiness in fall,
In My Own, My Chosen Home,
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Summer Poems. Poems about Summer.
summer is passing and I'm having a blast,
waiting for nothing, waiting for anything, not waiting.
Happiness Poems. Happiness Poem.
All around are
the places we live in.
But what does it mean, to be at home?
My father never felt at home.
In my own, my chosen home -
explorations, reflections, word pieces
on the sense of home.

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home place, home space,
forever at home, home is where the heart is,
summer poems, poems about summer, sleepy summer evening flowing,
summer poems, season poem, seasoned by breathing easy,
night coming, light shifting,
day drifting to night,
summer drifting to fall,
life drifting, no waiting, no waiting at al,
just drifting,
summer poems, summer going, going slowly,
going to fall, night falling, day leaving,
summer poems leave traces of days that are leaving,
leaving slowly but leaving,
and sadness, soft sadness, leaves turrning,
yet there's joy,
summer poems, happiness coming,
like darkness in evening,
softening summer
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