Nothing like summer time in the foothills,
Traipsing around like a mountain lion,
Camping with family, minus all the frills,
Swimming with only your birthday suit on.
Making a picnic of miner's lettuce,
And some doctor pepper onions maybe,
Sunshine and flowers intoxicate us,
Bare feet, no shirts, laying under a tree.
Labyrinth gatherings for the women,
Experimentation at the grotto,
Finding new ways for your mind to waken,
Days moving by at a pace beyond slow.
Many things to ponder and comprehend,
To soon the summer days come to an end.
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