[JustAmy]

June 20, 2008



Graphic by MamaBear

SUMMERTIME

The leaves of autumn gently fall
And cover up the ground
As they turn yellow, orange, and red
Without the slightest sound

The hand of winter slowly steals
The foliage from the trees
Then covers up their nakedness
With snowflakes in the breeze

In spring the leaves all reappear
New flowers bud and bloom
The birds sing happy arias
While flowers give perfume

Then summertime oh summertime
So busy and so gay
Mother nature saved you summertime
For the children hard at play

Autumn, winter, and the spring
All had their turn as host
But summertime oh summertime
The children love you most

~ Fish Hawk
© 2008

[gardengirl]

Perfect!

[GodBlessUSA]

Yay, Summertime!! :)


Have A Wonderful First weekend of Summer Everyone!

[MEG33]

Love it!
*Leap Into Summer*

[jaycee]

[jaycee]

I truly love that graphic and the poem, too, Fish Hawk!

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Lori.

Thank you for this adorable Summer Graphic.

Thank you for all you do.

Have a Wonderful Weekend.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Fish Hawk!

I love your Summertime poem.
Thank you for helping us usher in Summer.

Hope you have a marvelous weekend.

[fish hawk]

Mama Bear, you always have the perfect picture for what ever poem is posted. Beautiful. Thank you and Just Amy for all that you do here. Aloha

[OESY]

Wisteria Woman

Violet lavender drug
slipping beneath my skin,
shucking off the stale air
of too long shut in,
too long shut away
whispering to me
to breathe deep and be.

The clothes fall away
till I stand like mother Eve
two bites before the apple.
Lips blush to rose,
and the tongue tastes
of sweet tart pomegranate,
while a wisp of wind
carries hair to frame my face.

All I have been is pollen dusted,
oh the wisteria sweet
kissing deep,
till I feel the promise of fertile,
drooping fat on a vine
petals that promise nothing,
but hint at all.

A month from honeysuckle still to come,
but I can taste the nights,
raise my eyes to the mantle of sky,
suddenly clad in the skin
of every moonlit woman,
and beckoning with my being
for you to dance beneath
the far flung sky
in the arms of a Wisteria Woman

-- by Lisa Shields

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[OESY]

Summer Shower

A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.

— by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

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[OESY]

Bed In Summer Poem

In winter I get up at night,
And dress by yellow candle light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day,

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown up people's feet
Still going past me in the street,

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

-- Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

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