I always liked summer best.
It meant week-long stays at
Grandma’s
with trips to the
old fashioned soda fountain
and never ending
bike rides among
Iowa cornfields
and endless indulgence
in homemade baked goods
and Spring Park
and The Barney Park
and rides in Grandpa’s Plane
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watching Andy Griffith
and Leave it to Beaver on TV Land
wandering the small town streets
so different from my suburban backyard
feeling so at home in
my childhood home away from home.
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