Summer Is Here Poem by David Harris
Summer Is Here
I hear the sounds of children at play,
as the sun has turned
the black clouds of rain away.
Summer is here
and laughter fills the air,
flowers fill the gardens
with colour everywhere.
After a hard days work
you feel free,
some will sit the evening out
eyes glued to the TV.
Not for me the little box,
rather an evening stroll.
Then sit to rest
my weary bones somewhere,
letting the cool evening breeze
dance with my hair.
As I sit quietly
absorbing all around.
Watching the sun
sink slowly in the west.
Breathing in the cool evening air,
as night begins to call.
11 June 2007
I wish summer could last...it's such a blast...outside all day is were I'll be...don't see me sitiing infront of the TV: O)
Nothing better than a beautiful sunset to end a day that apparently for you has finally turned from dark to sunny....It has children and summer in it, so what more could I ask for? ? ? marci.xo
Sounds so much like me... Who needs TV just the evenings summer breeze...10
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4/24/2024 8:22:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah, yes, so well put.... the sounds of children laughing always lights up the day and lights up the weather.... internal if not external! lovely. t x