Hot sun in the sky;
Lawn mower purring by;
Pretty-colored butterfly;
This is summer.
Days without a care;
Cool wind teasing my hair;
Flower fragrance in the air;
This is summer.
Gardens growing green;
Heat a shimmering sheen;
Bugs too tiny to be seen;
This is summer.
White clouds floating past;
Much-needed rain at last;
Weathermen miss the forecast;
This is summer.
Popsicles to freeze;
Fat yellow bumblebees;
Apples growing on the trees;
This is summer.
© Bonnie M. Ross
I wrote this poem years ago, when the scent of freshly-mowed lawn stirred my poetic musings. I wanted to capture the feeling of the summers of my childhood, and I still return to these memories.
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This is so carefree, like summer should be, especially for a child! It creates a drawing in my mind, one I would put on the frig and cherish. It also puts ideas in my head for a quilt!
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Nice, Bonnie - makes me remember when I was a kid growing up on the shores of Lake Huron. :)Marcia
ReplyDeleteLovely, Bonnie! You capture the essence of summer perfectly.
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