Pt 1 of 6-21-80
SUMMER
The moon's a quarter up
and it's only mid-afternoon.
The birds down the valleys sing
on wings come not too soon.
The wavy rattle they start
Brings Summer to my part.
With days like this serene
In blues near hillside green,
Anxious for Mid-night jive
To stir the feelings live,
Then reminisce of times just past
'Till these like they are them.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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