--- Summer In a Jar ---

Oh how I love summer evenings.

Oh how I love the twilight hour.
Soft breezes stir the wild flowers.

The smell of dinner fills the air.
I settle in my old lawn chair.

Thirst is quenched as ice cubes clink.
In lemonade, my troubles sink.

Blaze orange sunset ends my day,
as all my headaches drift away.

Sun slowly sinks in golden skies,
While children chase down fireflies.

They play and laugh, both near and far.
Catching summer ... in a jar.

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

The charm of this one was in it's wonderful simplicity. It told a mundane story of the end of the day, but in a beautiful way. The reader is drawn in. Feels the wind, smells the dinner, tastes the lemonade, sees the sunset, and hears the children laugh. Five senses brought to life in a six stanza couplet poem with perfect meter. Bravo my friend, this was fantastic.

[W.k.kortas]

Soft and easygoing...the tone works very well with the subject. Rhyme scheme seems relaxed and unforced. Nice relaxing read.

[Barry S. Maltese]

Oh to put your feet up at the end of a long day. Whn the temperature is just right and drifts lazily in a refreshing breeze. Not just any breeze, but a soft fragrant filled caress. I know that I've said this to you before, but I love your writing. This scene is the reason that I built a porch on the front of my house! Your writing ability is the reason that I come back! Great job!

[Katie B]

What a lovely poem. I can't wait for summer. You captured a wonderful summer evening to a tee. It beings me back to being a child and chasing my own fireflies. Nicely written

[Crystal L. Test]

You are correct, sir. I guess many of us do have this childhood memory in common, which is a great thing. Here are my favorite lines:

Thirst is quenched as ice cubes clink.
In lemonade, my troubles sink.

I like these particular lines because they gave me not only a visual but also I actually heard it happen. Great job. Thanks for sharing.

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

Once again you have painted such an amazing picture with the flow of your words. They are like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day. I see you said you just tossed somethings together that would
be like Bobby Flay through a dinner together.lol. How do you make everything you write, read so
beautifully it is almost magical.
Debby

[Siobhan MacIntyre]

Ah, Jerry, that was lovely. You kept a lazy, easygoing rhythm, with no awkward or forced rhyming. I can picture this easily, can almost smell the feshly cut grass and feel the condensation on the glass of lemonade, as the twilight air starts to cool. I miss fireflies...we don't have them here. Thanks for making me think of them. ;-)

[Valentine]

This is well versed and well writen. I could see me and my family at the farm chasing fireflies.Nice..momsgirl2

[A.m.p.]

Beautiful imagery. Not only can I picture this scene, but it brings back many memories from many different moments as well. Nicely done.