The Sheltered Ones
Now that summer has begun, they don
Straw hats to shield their faces from the sun.
Their children graduate from hallowed halls
Where rhetoric and poise are taught to all.
They drink ice tea with lemon slice for zest;
Catered trays of cold food suit them best.
They nod and tip their hats to those they pass
On gravel walks and lawns of tender grass.
The sky provides aurora borealis light
To guide them safely home at night.
No longer young, they take their age in stride,
Retiring early with the falling tide.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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