Summer 2014

I remember the summer of two thousand fourteen,
It was tucked away on a Sunday and a Monday in-between,
It lasted a whole of seven hours, at around 11 Celsius,
It was contained in a circle of three-Kilometer radius,
I remember it well it was sunny cloudless and bright,
With patches of strange silvery golden glamorous light,
People were taking pictures of the miraculous moment,
Some were weeping, crying, overcome with astonishment,
Indeed the summer of two thousand fourteen was amazing,
With the herds of bison roaming on the snow fields grazing,
xox
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