Word of the summer: wonky

Fri, 10/10/2014 - 11:56 -- klan3


Picture this:
A drive way stretching for a mile, winding deep into the woods
Finally to arrive at our special destination
The wrap around porch already filled with family
Splashing and screaming drift up from the lake
I look to the infinite sky to see a milion stars
You pull on my hand towards a week of memories 
There is no place like Maine in August
And in a few weeks when the days grow long and cold
I'll drift back to the docks where we laughed all night long




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