mike monahan

Summertide

arising one morning I shook my weary head, rays of golden sunshine revolved around my bed, I opened up my windows to allow some air into my room was greeted by the fragrance of my garden flowers perfumes, in looking to my garden wall red roses i could see being pollinated thoroughly by swarms of busy bumble bees, in the heaven above that were coloured blue the swifts and swallows rapidly flew, after breakfast i left my country home outward to the coast i decided to roam.
on arrival the tides were out with a mass of screaming people running all about, 'ice cream! 'ice cream'! a vendor did yell'its a beautiful day and I have plenty to sell! The crowds thronged around the vendor like bees around honey, A little child shrieked, 'I lost all my money! As the hue and cry passed away, money been found everyone was smiling no face had a frown
walking along the shifting sands, I witnessed kites flying with multitudes of folk on the beach were lying.other bodies were eating cheese and partaking of wine they didn't take notice when i asked them the time,
into the madness of this magnificent day saneness I did seek, Phew! the smell of seaweed oh it did reek! Ladies I observed wore straw hats while menfolk and children were digging holes like rats,

Further along the open shore there were countless sand castles a hundred or more beach brollies, deck chairs every where beach balls travelling through the air, sudden shouts of glee did sound from bathers who had turned from white to brown, these sun worshippers then ran towards the sea until incoming tides washed over their knees, observance once more before my homeward bound I recollected memories of the day I had found-birds, bees, blue skies and seas folk sun bathing wherever they pleased

water now splashing over burning feet I accepted it gratefully as the seasons cooling treat, now yearning for home lapsed in daydream, the ghostat the doorway of my countryside pub stood before me there, the landlord invited to be seated in my usual chair, in wiping sweat from my forehead I longed for a cool beer to raise my glass with him on this day of good cheer, finally I wanted to proclaim a toast to all who sat near, Here's to you glorious summer at last you are here!

Topic(s) of this poem: summer time

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 19, 2020
Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Form: Ballad


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A stroll in sunshine

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  • Gill Hipkin (9/30/2020 6:38:00 PM)

    Here we go again on another wonderful journey through the Summer season! Wow!

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  • Tanya De Burgh (9/30/2020 6:24:00 PM)

    asked to check out Mikes latest offers and have not been disappointed. Another great journey thru the sunshine

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  • Kevi Keego (9/5/2020 2:48:00 PM)

    A very good description of summer! It takes one on a journey with anything you could want in that season! ! Brilliant.

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  • Tanya De Burgh (9/1/2020 5:52:00 PM)

    Another hidden gem! ! love reading Mikes down to earth poetry! !

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