Vacation Poem by Bob Axell

Vacation



Eyes closed
Skin roasting
Sun burning
Chest heaving
Sweat oozing
Grass tickling
Clouds drifting
Wind still
Water clear
Summer!
Is here.

Friday, October 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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