Below the willows canopy
There is a hammock, and on it me
Through the branches I watch the sky
And once in awhile a single cloud pass by
The sun is strong on these summer days
With searing heat and assaulting rays
As I lay there trying to escape the heat
Listening to my ipod beat
7/12/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem