Full Moon Passioned Days Of Summer. Poem by Michael Gale

Full moon of passioned romance...
Long b'fore the Summer's Square Dance.

Fiddles pulse and strings do t'wine...
At the picnic table drinks are drank and of fine country food-fare divine dine.

Full Moon's passions shared into thy air...
M' girl friend's natural beauty doth make me stare.

Full Moon's Passionate quartered slivers in Winter's ice...
Resembles mountains of whitened frosty wintered rice.

Trees felled hard by Wintery ice...
Electric power of homes can't be too nice.

Cold days of Winter frozen in time...
Death tolls are risen to Nature's own crime.

Frosty breath floats slowly outside my cheeks...
Can't wait till Spring's most welcomed next weeks.

Green buds will sprout along landscape's aligning...
Fresh smell of warmth will flower forth colorful designing.

Cows in pastures graze with ease...
No more chance for cowlerick like disease.

Milk in tubs of whited glass...
Promises days filled with prayerful mass.

Silenced smiles of enchanted class...
Decorate along paths of picket fenced gated soft grass.

Clothes dry shaking on lines in the wind...
Clothes pins hold them tightly made of wood and not iron or tin.

Butterflies flutter carefree from flower to flower...
Buttermilk on porches tasting ever so sour.

Dairy farms dot the landscaped painting...
Memories real glad and not even sadenly tainting.

Happy endings of days spent long...
Leaves only happy memories as a heart of my song.

Sun shines brightly all about...
Looks like to me the kids play as they shout.