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Poetry: Bed in Summer

Hot sunny days, warm muggy nights, and a seemingly never ending store of energy: the difficult part of being a child, especially in summer!

Bed in Summer Poem

~Aimee

Cover Painting: By Margaret Evans Price

 

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  1. Every single winter morning that I get up before dawn, I think about the opening of this poem. I think I learned it in the first or second grade. It’s odd how it reminds me of the season that is the opposite of what it’s really about.

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