Summer

Summer

A Poem by InkBlack

I sit on the front porch,

In my cutoff jeans,

Drinking peach tea,

And listening to soft rock playing in the background.

 

Bees fly around me,

Pollinating the multitude of flowers.

Kids run around the grass and concrete,

As they play their childhood games.

The sun bakes my skin,

And the heat makes beads of sweat on my face.

 

I reminisce about the memories,

Bike riding across town,

Eating nectarines in the sunshine,

Taking pictures of the plants,

Then painting them,

Walking and talking with my friends,

And serving people in Mississippi.

 

Suddenly the music stops,

And I can hear the birds and various sounds of bugs,

And the wind gently thrashing the leaves.

I smell the esters of the flowers,

As I breathe in the fresh air.

I feel relaxed and at peace on the beautiful summer day.

Until a truck comes speeding down the street.

© 2010 InkBlack


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I love the feel of this poem....very earthy and descriptive. I truly enjoyed reading this write.

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InkBlack
InkBlack

Under a Tree, WI



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I'm obviously a writer (why else would I be here?) but I have other interests/hobbies as well: PAINTING PHOTOGRAPHY (preferrably analog) ANIMAL WELFARE more..

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