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An ode to summer: Your reader-submitted photos (and a poem!)

Updated: Thursday, September 1, 2016, 8:04 PM

An unusual twilight with the marquee of the old Strand theater in the foreground on a summer night on the Ocean City boardwalk.

THIEVES OF AUGUST by John Timpane

Kids steal summer running on the North Wildwood beach. The girls (from left) are Samantha, 10; Isabel 3; and Madison, 8. Photographed by their father. Chris Fiegel, Cheltenham, Pa.
This photo was taken in Beach Haven by a 15-year-old photographer on his Apple iPhone 5. Ryan Bowman, Langhorne
Sunrise on 36th Street in Sea Isle City on July 11, 2016. The photographer and her daughter decided to get up early to watch the sunrise over the ocean. The lighting was incredible and created a totally different perspective of the shack and the kayaks for rent as well as a beautiful pink hue to the sand. Liz Sette, Warrington, Pa.
View from the West Cape May Bridge. Chaz Lear
Sea Isle City, around 79th Street: Alive, alive-o. This horseshoe crab was returned to the ocean. Lowell Ann Booth, Willow Grove
John and Tina Bozzi's wedding picture taken on May 14, 2016, in Stone Harbor, after a thunderstorm blew through. John and Tina Bozzi
Sea Isle City 81st Street Beach in August; capturing the simple beauty of an unbroken shell at sunrise. Sandy Stefanowicz, Secane, Pa.
The Crest is the most beautiful place in the world at sunrise for a stroll. Bob Giannotti, Wildwood Crest
The Ninth Street Bridge, between Somers Point and Ocean City. Bruce Lippincott, Ocean City
Bay Head, New Jersey. Brian J. McLaughlin, Point Pleasant
Unusual twilight moment with the marquee of the old Strand theater. It was a magical view one summer night on the Ocean City Boardwalk. Susan Van Dongen-Grigsby, Bordentown, N.J.
Photo Gallery: An ode to summer: Your reader-submitted photos (and a poem!)

You kiss him on the sand and a rainbow arcs
From ocean to ocean. At her feet lies
A horseshoe crab, postcard from the Paleozoic. Those
Kids stole summer and ran down the beach. Don’t
Let them get away.

Above our house a storm builds like the end; only
Yesterday, sunset turned skies to blood streaked
Gold. A black pier shimmers on the waters. Don’t let them
Get away, those kids running down
The beach, stealing summer.

Our mornings lay together, painted kayaks, our noons
Yachts at harbor, our nights Rocky Road, the Ferris wheel,
The Strand at Ocean City. If it was Wildwood, if it was
Cape May, if it was LBI, those three kids
Running, they’re getting away with summer —

While the black shell curls in his palm
Like the future. Jersey, and we felt like
Singing. Storms were best, right after, rainbows
Nowhere to nowhere, three kids
Running like mad down the beach, stop …

Let’s boat down the inlet one last dusk. Let our
Wake trouble the bedspread of still water.
Let the bridge disappear into twilight, let the dog
Trot forever by the tide — but don’t let
Summer get away with those kids.

Bring them back, the beachgrassy dunes, sails,
Breakers curling iron-gray against day’s end,
Ice cream so good you let it drip on your shoe. We waited
Until everyone was sky-watching, and then we
Stole summer and ran, ran down the beach.

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