A summer retreat.
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In the center’s a no-wake sign,
Spending the summer in the cabin’s so divine.
A tiny push from the waves,
At the shore the children play.
Men hanging over the grills,
Discussing anything but bills.
While the mothers watch their babies swim,
Gossip spreads about who looks slim.
Sensing fall is lurking around the bend,
Saying good-bye for our summer’s at it’s end.
do you think they were able to spend a lovely summer? i guess not. 
you capture irony in life.
summer is beautiful, but I do love the fall, Fall and spring are the best seasons not to HOT, not to COLD, and this poem makes me want to go camping, cooking over an open fire and just relaxing, Thanks and you paint a beautiful picture.
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