'Summer' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Now we have time to socialize and dine,
blending families with mass barbeques.
The smell of burnt charcoal makes all the men whine,
but you know he'll just point & blame you.

Daily life full of action leaves no time for bad news,
though stiff drinks will always make waves.
You cannot even fathom removing boat shoes,
until the sun's tucked safely away.

Watching the fireworks fall and reflect on the lake,
momentarily brings us some peace.
The pressures of work; only so much you can take,
then it's time to relax and break free.

With all of the cheer, the laughter, and beer; gives the holidays a run for their money.
Surely summer's my favorite time of the year, sun up or sun down, I hit the door running.