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Tennessee Summers



We were kids catching fireflies


and watching them glow.


Wading through the creeks


bare foot and slow.



Grandma's in the porch swing


Sipping cold lemonade


It was a Tennessee summer


And we had it made.



We could play all day


And be covered in dust


Grandma gave us a bath


In an old wash tub.



An old barn where we played


When it got too hot


Leaping from the beams


Landing in the hay loft.



Grandma's house was simple


And clean as could be


With a garden out back


And a weeping willow tree.



Those childhood days


I would go back again


To the Tennessee summers


Where my life began.