Summer Poem by Walter Dean Myers
Summer
I like hot days, hot days
Sweat is what you got days
Bugs buzzin from cousin to cousin
Juices dripping
Running and ripping
Catch the one you love days
Birds peeping
Old men sleeping
Lazy days, daisies lay
Beaming and dreaming
Of hot days, hot days,
Sweat is what you got days.
I love the poem but I do not love the vibe in the comments. You need to respect him for what a good poem this is. you need to appreciate the time and effort he put in. Stop CUSSING its so rude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
10/8/2026 9:26:53 AM # rel_20260925T122446Z_7d6ee41
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
NO CUSSING PLZ THERE ARE CHILREN ON HERE MEANIE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
pls stp saying that im just getting bullyiing im almost ded plss.
whats good
loser buu