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.