Ginger Beer Summers


I hark back to the
Ginger Beer Summers
Of my youth
Picnics in parks
With a pretty girl
In a floral dress
Whispers and giggles
Holding hands
On the Backs of Cambridge
Cream teas in Ye Olde Tea Shoppe
Walking at night
Moonlight and mystery
Music ringing in our ears
Recalling concerts
Making memories
River boat rides
That last all night
Watching the dawn
Kissing good morning
Pony-tails and smiles
New jeans and cheesecloth
Long cold glasses
Full of ice and mint
And Ginger Beer


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