Hot Summer Afternoon Poem by Sophia White

Hot Summer Afternoon

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I’ll paint a perfect afternoon in Georgia,
When the sun is steaming in the sky:
I am sitting alone on the veranda
Made of glass walls eight feet high
And a ceiling hung with fans which whirl
And mix the air cooled by electricity.
The grass outside the room is yellow-green
And rich and deep, a carpet for a king.
The trees are stately, lifting up their leafy crowns
To an azure sky mottled with white clouds.
Inside, where I am half-lying down,
It is cool and quiet all around.
By my hand: the iciest of mint teas.
By my other hand: a book half-read through.
Some assorted fruit, and chocolate cookies,
And nothing else in the world to do.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Goldy Locks 27 June 2007

Covetable and Keen Sophia. best care, sjg

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Goldy Locks 27 June 2007

captured.sublime.

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