The whistle rings shrill and bright,
Echoing against the sides of the mountains
The slopes are littered with wildflowers,
Each as lovely as the dawn
And a swift breeze dances by
Trailing the sweet smell of honeysuckle
The light scent of lilacs an afterthought
The dog springs out of the grasses
Running, free and joyful, to his master
The happy barks floating through the air
Forever caught in that faded memory of summer
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