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Winning Poems: The Moods of Summer

He was belting home like

A racehorse down the stretch. He cut the

Engine before the tractor was

All the way into the

Barn, hopped into the oil-soaked dust, and ran

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Towards the house taking his

Shirt off on the way.

He simply said "No" to his mother's call

Of "Supper?" and hurried into

A tub of hot water

She had waiting for him. Pa was already

Upstairs snoring, so there would

Be no trouble getting the

Car--there is always question of that when

Pa is awake, because sometimes

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