Middle Tale Of A Sun Poem by Oliver. Lyles

There is a stir to the time.....

Inbetween fancy, betwixt sublime
Sure you all tarry the tale that unfolds
We are writing the stories of our summertime.

Like a dream' ed dance under suns vale
foretelling antics make the tale
Told with a wit and conjured with colour.
Cherish olde (inta) sun, a sound of sweet music
The wind whispers 'lose yourself come'.

Midst such marvellous mayhem may we make so merry our souls.
Jump on the breeze, get free
midsummer.