Summer Poem by Thomas Plotz

Flowers of purple cone
Growing free, tall, and long

Light blue, slope back summer chairs
Sitting there, waiting to be filled

Hummingbird feeder at the ready

With a mix of other wild-flowers
Different color, shape and size,

Like-wise, grass so wild, you're able to
Dry and chaff the seeds, then call it rice

Looking ornamental, blowing in the breeze

To the sea, and sand white as snow
Reminds me of winter blow
As sea-birds dodge the breaking surf,
Waves crash in

Again and again
Birds run and chase, as
Waves crash in

T. Plotz
Summer
9 JULY 2017