And air grown heavy with summer heat
She dozed in the shade of a tall palm tree
Content to be resting her tired feet.
She wrapped up in distance and solitude,
Free from her usual hectic pace,
Breathing the still air into her lungs
And brushing the beads of sweat off her face.
The night softly lifted her into her dreams
As thoughts of her family slipped away
And she is a child who is free to run
Over the sand on a summer day.
© 2010 Pam H. Murray
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