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Corinne C.

Cape House

Every summer,

We went back

To that house

On that road

By that beach.

Every summer,

We were delighted to see

The old shingled house

And the beautiful garden

Next to the rocky driveway.

Every summer,

All us crazy cousins

And our uncles

And our aunts

Stayed there together.

Every summer,

We went to the beach

Where we felt the hot sand through our toes

And smelled the salty air

While we made huge sandcastles.

Every summer,

We went on the wooden swings

And played all kinds of tag

On the green grass

In our little bare feet.

Every summer,

We smelled the juicy hamburgers

And the sweet corn on the cob

On the long picnic table

When Grandma confirmed it was suppertime.

Every summer,

We watched in awe

The sparklers light up our faces

In the utter darkness

Of the warm and humid night.

Every summer,

We roasted marshmallows

While telling random stories

And singing campfire songs

Up until midnight.

Every summer,

We dangled our feet off the dock

And watched the tiny boats go by

As we thought of our wonderful time there

But how we couldn’t come back for a year.

Every summer,

Vacation ended

And we left that house

On that road

By that beach.

But even though we were sad to leave,

We were contented from the amazing memories we had there.

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