Watermelon Sun

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

Reviews

[Manda]

wow this was awesome! i loved this!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Fabulous! You have such a winning way with painting a scene! That watermelon sounds pretty good too!