Summer Of Day Dreams Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Never again will I be a
Believer in fun and games
My motions my notions and
Memories left in the grass at the lake
Left behind as though it



Were a pretend pain.
I fret I sweat
I'm standing steady
On my feet laughing tears away

My pounding heart
Within my chest dreaded


This day, these lessons
The stories bring tears
To the eyes of the
Listeners. All ears are
Open for the final sigh.


You have a story, tell it
The best summer here, have
The freshest greenery, stepping
Out of my day dream


With the sweetest juiciest cherries


Ever tasted feasting on Chocolate
bags of berries
Up to my chest
So good bye summer


So long to dreams once
I owned and diamonds


In my tears rain on me
I asked the sky then every rain
Drop hit its target
Spot an emotional riptide

I am summer's last thought