Summers here and here it stays,
And we welcome its sunny rays.
But one thing that never excites,
Are those sleepless sultry nights.
On a soft bed trying to keep cool,
Counting sheep like a restless fool.
Window wide open without a breeze,
A temperature in the high degrees.
Hot I am and hot I'll be,
Until some cooling rain I see.
Summer's here and here it stays,
Sultry nights and its cruel malaise.
And my reply to your most kind and gracious first comment is simply to say thank you and for taking your good time to appraise. Take care.
Thanks Rose Marie and in answer to your large comment I do concur. I think being overheated saps the train of not just poetry thought but all thought. Thanks again and take care.
Beautifully crafted write with great rhyme and superb imagery. Onto my Poem List.
A marvelous poem on one of the most favorite seasons of those who love outdoor activities. Yet, its temperature in the high degrees will easily exhaust our energy. I concur with the brilliant Poet that summer nights without rain are indeed not exciting.The hot temperature will bring sleepless nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And also thank you for both great comments.