AN AUGUST EVENING

Just love summer and all it brings...

 An August Evening

 

An August Eve

it's suprisingly cool

with a nice gentle breeze

Windows all open

fresh air comming inside

smells like summer in here

 

A big watermelon

just waiting to be cut

seeds and juice abound

 

On a blanket we sit

juice running down

our arms and our mouths

 

Laughter fills the air

as seeds go flying by

some get stuck in their hair

 

A rare night for August

a great night for family fun

enjoy life while they are still young

 

They grow up so fast

you won't believe it

next time you'll be with grandchildren

 

Teach them about August Eves'

sitting on blankets and

spitting watermelon seeds

 

After all,

that is what we

grandparents are for...

 

 

8/20/08     Windy

 

      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

                          

Author's Note

A Grandmas' wish...

Reviews

[Legion]

So true. I like it. A few things you may want to look at though. You speak of the windows being open and the air coming in. Then you speak of sitting on a blanket eating watermelon. Are you sitting on a blanket eating watermelon in the house or outside? Their was no cross-over. Also, you might want to clarify a bit that there are children there as well. You speak of "seeds in their hair" but the way you have written it (until closer to the end), the reader doesn't realize that and it comes off as a grammatical error. It would seem that it should be "seeds in our hair" because we (the reader) aren't aware that their are others there yet. The rest of it is a wonderful summer scene. Hope this helps.

[lauren emily]

Aw, this is so sweet! August evenings are always so great, especially when shared with your grandparents and family =)
Great write(as always :D),
~Lauren

[Angel's Lady]

You have painted a very beautiful and wonderful picture and I can see it all quite clearly. The house being aired out with a late summer's breeze...the watermelon's been carefully cut and passed around...everybody has their piece and they've moved outside to enjoy the laughter and the tomfoolery that just naturally comes from eating watermelon, with the juice running and the seeds flying. Oh, I wish I was there to share a slice! It would be so wonderful to sit down with a sweet, pink slice of cool crisp watermelon on a nice summer's evening and listen to the laughter of a family's fun.

Great write. Simply just very beautiful. You did an excellent job of painting just the right picture for us to enjoy right along with you.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a glorious evening you paint with your beautiful words, I feel the warm night and col breeze now.. Oh I wish for a night like this too.

[ShadowWolf]

Very often we fail to pass on those simple pleasures to our younger generations.

[Michael X]

very peaceful- I like the way you take the reader to an august evening- everything that would define
comforting harmony- innocence and wonder of being able to sit back and relax in the cool of evening air,

the imagery of spitting watermelons captures the carefree ambition of peace- and homeliness- liken
to being in the loving embrace of summertime joys- the pillowy feeling throughout is endearingly inviting,

beautifully presented and threaded with a grandmother's nurturing and leading ways, thank you.
Take Care, Mike

[Blue Sky]

This is so wonderfully written, I love this poem filled of how August Eve ought to be,
you done a wonderful job to make this one so precious, so lovely to read!!

[T]

I love the soft tender tone of this beautiful poem, Windy. The imagery is absolutely breathtaking, so very warm and inviting. Watermelons and summer goes together so wonderfully ... Beautifully written ... hugs

[LadyLove]

Ahh, the warm balmy August night! Such a delight! Now I have to buy a watermelon tomorrow! Geez! You made me crave it! Grrr!!! Ha ha! Take care! Enjoy what's left of the warm weather! Ahhh..watermelons!!

[Lyrical Love]

I appreciate your heart...my daughter (I remember bringing her home @ only 3lbs!) will be 10 next week!! It seemed like just yesterday...she came home.
Thanks, Lyrical