tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081860502287267026.post8839244696317749717..comments2023-05-26T11:47:12.829-04:00Comments on This Life I've Found: SummerLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643896920237472344noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081860502287267026.post-21100648834483334432011-06-22T23:16:20.013-04:002011-06-22T23:16:20.013-04:00I love the poem. Living for the summer! I remembe...I love the poem. Living for the summer! I remember those years, if only I could shake 16 year old me, and tell her the things she doesn't want to hear but desperately needs to know. sadly, she wouldn't listen anyway and thanks to God it all works out in the end. Sunburned skin the first few weeks and then bragging about how tan we became. I def. wasn't using 110 sunscreen...I can tell you that!Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16114703648782356955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081860502287267026.post-11968439285379694462011-06-09T08:10:10.322-04:002011-06-09T08:10:10.322-04:00i love the poem-- keep posting them!i love the poem-- keep posting them!janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09056262116584600617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081860502287267026.post-30837188967049581072011-06-08T08:10:22.384-04:002011-06-08T08:10:22.384-04:00I love that poem too - only the images I had were ...I love that poem too - only the images I had were the pool in Evergreen and my summer days spent there. but then the images would switch to Scottsboro and our loaded station wagon of at least 4 girls and then whoever went with us. Great poem. Her words paint the best exact picture. Don't they? and tell how we all felt.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14877243941837921892noreply@blogger.com