April 16th
A monorhyme
Childhood
Beneath the trees that summer we would meet
like old friends we would come outside and greet
each other, shaded from the summers' heat
six weeks of freedom was indeed a treat
no need to wear school uniform so neat
no essays or assignments to complete
the taste of freedom never was so sweet
the mossy banks beneath the trees our seat
we'd dare each other to complete a feat
and laugh to see which friends we couldn't beat
Beneath the trees that summer we would meet
the taste of freedom never was so sweet.
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