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Eyes of Summer
By Elijah Bates ’24
Grass with leaning posture, torn by gale’s blight.
A large oak crowd, all whispering their words.
The shadows prancing, conducted by light.
A weeping willow sways with young bluebirds.
Leaves held high play their gentle minuets.
A place of heavenly beauty so fair.
The blush, large clouds stay huddled in quartets.
An infinite sky of blue, a star’s glare.
Only a glimpse of such a calm landscape
lies centered within such a perfect eye.
A land of longing, a true grand escape,
life stretched among it, dancing with the rye.
As long as I walk and breathe, I wonder
If one’s eyes are the eyes of summer.
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