Watermelon Sun

Watermelon Sun

A Poem by Ghiasquared

Watermelon sun beating upon brow
With Grandpa telling a tale
The story unremembered
Yet a moment treasured in time

A customer pulls up to our side of the road
Grandpa greets with weathered smile
They ask how sweet the harvest has been
Grandpa looks to me

With big grin and pulp dripping from chin
Not a word do I say
The customer satisfied picks through the crop
Paid he drives off in Ozark dust

Sun parched I go to the well nearby
Dipping cool clean refreshment
Sitting back down to listen once more
As Grandpa stories on

© 2010 Ghiasquared

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this one reminds me of summers as a child....a beautiful, atmospheric piece. Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Poem is beautiful. I remember sitting with Grandparent and listening to the stories of the good days. Now those day are my good days with them in my memory. I like the poem. Brought back the good days of youth and people we need to remember. A excellent poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago

i love the idea of this and image i imagine reading .. loved grandpa's tales and watermelon and wells and sun and summer.
This is a beautiful treasure.
Seems written from a memory and from the heart.


Posted 11 Years Ago

I clicked on it the moment I read - 'Watermelon Sun'. Grandpa and his stories. This poem has a great flow, making me want to sit down with you and listen to his stories. This is great imagery. Summer is inside our heads in this part of the world and having read this I'm off for a ride - to buy some watermelons.

Posted 11 Years Ago

This is absolutely adorable!!! I loved the imagery it gave me of what was going on, my grandpa didn't grow watermelons but he sure knew how to pick them...nice work!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago

This is splendid!
I love it!
The title was perfect.

-Elissa :D

Posted 11 Years Ago

I love the imagery, I can fell the hot summer weather and I actually pictured my grandfather and the stories he used to share with me (may he RIP). I grew up in the south (North Carolina) and this so described a southern summer to me. Great write! 100/100. It's going in my library.

Posted 11 Years Ago

This is so full of imagery that I can jut feel. It's like growing up on q southern farm. Great write.

Posted 11 Years Ago

I really like this. Most people know of a place like this or have an image created in their mind about a place like this, and you do a great job putting that image into words.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on April 4, 2010
Last Updated on April 4, 2010



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