Summer Days Well Spent As Well As Dumbly Mispent.
Allbeit i be a Bourbon suburban drinker from a way away olden like class...
Ah yes-to sip thy troubles through thy bottles neck via the rocks of ice encased by glassy tumblers of thy unbar'red scene.
Well serene thy thirsty days of windswept summery days...
Spent in timeless memoried sunlit days near swimming pool's edge.
What does be played on radio's air waves of the mind? ...
Sister Sledge or Billy Joel.
What rocks worlds of days we've forever'dly known? ...
Vollyball's fly past heads do spin.
Who will lose and who will win? ...
Boys 'gainst girls.
As the sand ticks dance and twirls...
Time in a bottle heard in nights in the wet willied grotto.
Waterfalls cascade down beautied rock cliffs in walls of one lonely
off shored isle....
Hot day's vacations spent in the summer school high school days
of the saddened stupid at heart.
Best better days were well spent taking normal school days of art...
Whitewater rapids sprays foaming droplets of translucid blue liquidy cool wetness that drops forlornly off my sweaty summered brow.
Fairs and carnivals which travel fro' city to city 'cross many town and stately massed spread borders...
Nightly nights spent studying at local libraries.
What boring nights of wonderment welcomes thee to Barnes and Noble or maybe even Borders book stores? ...
Best ways spent away from homely chores of fall may welcome me to it's ever yearning timely call.
Those years spent in high school brought me evenings of boring bliss inside of libraries and bookstores...
But now a days these days many years after, spent in the seat of poetry's learning and writing is what i cannot get enough of once this more.
Poetry is the learned tree of life's own experienced that's freed the soul of the mind and heart...
Through this heart is learned this soulful food to the soullen art.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/
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