Viola M. Wurl

(Lake Village, Indiana, USA)


Poem by Viola M. Wurl

Flowers dance in a soft warm breeze
To a tune hummed by the bumble bees.
The cricket chirps his cheery song,
The old frog croaked that the words were wrong
The blackbird sings from the willow tree
While above the swallows dive so wild and free.
The fish flops his tail in the meadow pond
And once more summer has waved her magic wand.

Comments about Summer by Viola M. Wurl

There is no comment submitted by members..
Summer Score Card

User Rating:
5,0 / 5 (1 votes)0

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: frog, magic, fish, dance, summer, tree, song, fishing, flower

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

[Report Error]