Only In Summertime Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I sit near that pretty seaside Where that pretty rock of suicide Playing sometimes with these golden grains of sand and Sometimes watching all those newcomers Who are going to sit on that rock of suicide With the high waves hitting its edges, People are coming and going Like bee-hives simply because They want to enjoy all summertime's leisure times, Ahead there are a lot restaurants overcrowded with a lot People got hungry because of swimming for long time, The pretty sky appears clear and All passing clouds left away, My house is not so far from that Rock of suicide and all other pretty landmarks are over there, A lot of cars, a lot of bikes, and A lot of bicycles are seen over there, From top, you can see the pretty sea in the bottom With some canoes and with some boats with their crews Ready to go fishing away, A lot of trees are seen green and lovely With some people sitting under them, All kinds of vendors are over there To sell different stuffs over there, Such are the summertime's activities in there... Summertime is approaching from its end, so People are accelerating in enjoying the last few days... ______________________________________________________________________