Treasure Island

Alice Anne Gordon


summer song


Summer song
summer long
summer sounds
of summer throng

summer light
summer night
summer feels
alive and bright

Floating breezes
fresh and free
gentle sunkissed
bumble bee
curling creatures
sleeping so
marching ants
they come and go
tall grass bends
in sun lit beams
medows shimmer
golden gleams
birds call out
their summer song
dawn to dusk
singing long
bubbling brooks
with silver waters
bluebells dance
like woodlands daughters
velvet moss
enfolds the boulder
tree stumps covered
shadied; colder
for-get-me-nots
smile in their place
mischievious little dainty face

Summer song
summer long
summer sounds
of summer throng

summer light
summer night
summer feels
alive and bright

Submitted: Sunday, May 17, 2009

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