Rising notes,

  Rhymatic beats,

  June evening Sun.

  And a sway of claps.

  In a garden,

  Possibly a barbecue

  With harmonious music

  Chuckles and laughter

  And long views to a

  sun-graced horizon.

  Friends from a year ago

  Connections newly made today,

  United to the sequence of songs, refreshments and Early Summer Sun.

  With smiles, grins and chuckles of Laughter.

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  Swifts dancing high in the air

  Clouds sailing past above them.

  I could lie on the grass and look up at them.

  But the notes and beat draw me into the dance.

  To the sways, steps

  Claps and chuckles of laughter.

  Not the end of the Party,

  But a brand-new phase.

  With no chill of twilight

  to take the joy away.

  Long may it continue.

  Yet not this be the last.

  But the start of Something.

  The Start of the Summer Dance.

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