Summer Not In The Boat On The Pond

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                                            The hundred acres we called home

                                                     had two ponds

                                            One rain pond- now full- now not

                                                   at rain’s will

                                            One spring fed, full amid plants,

                                           Haven for creatures, bugs,  frogs

                                                  and a boat,

                                          Wedge shaped box with tarred bottom,

                                                 And  each spring

                                           A new layer of tar sealed leaks.

                                               But alas

                                          Sealing tar weighed more and more,

                                          Sinking boat and summer dreams.