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The smell of the summer night air
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune
Trees full with lush green leaves
Whispering poetry to you and me
A view from beneath a Missouri bluff
Talking of passion, love, and lust
Your hand in mine strolling the path
Sitting on the deck and looking back
Picnic tables and barbecue grills
Driving and parking, is this for real?
My memory’s filled with your sweet love
Do you remember that snow white dove?
A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky
Best friends forever, a promise, no lie
It excites me to think that every year
Whether life or memory I return here
We will create magic again I know
On a summer night in the moon’s soft glow
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
*inspired by John Heck’s “Summer Celebration” contest
There comes the time when spring has run its course
And summer days lay heavily on the land
When eager steps have slowed to garner strength
The stream runs slowly as if in reprimand
Summer's wealth oozes like honey from a comb
Horizon stark, not a cloud to soften the sky
Evening settles round like a golden cloak
And life seems slower as summer slips on by
Once upon a summer night
when the moon hung high
as crickets played their nightly song
and diamonds filled the sky
I saw a tiny angel
dancing on the breeze
she did a pretty pirouette
with such grace and ease.
I thought I must be dreaming
upon this summer night
for to see dancing angels
is not a common sight
and yet I was undaunted
by what I chanced to see
her loveliness was soothing
she had enchanted me.
I followed her along a path
I had not seen by day
while crickets played their lilting tunes
and diamonds lit the way
to a little piece of Heaven
I was soon blessed to know
where tiny dancing angels
must surely love to go.
Bands of tiny angels
were gathered on this night
dancing angel dances
joyous in their flight.
My heart sung out to see them
for such beauty to behold
exists in only fairy tales
or so I have been told.
So now upon those summer nights
when the moon's hung high
as crickets play their nightly song
and diamonds fill the sky
I look for little angels
dancing in the air
I keep my eyes wide open
for what I might find there.
The sun is slowly rising and a soft wind gently blows
We are heading for the beach to feel the sand between our toes
There is something about the summer sun and a walk along the shore
That tends to put your world at peace as you hear the ocean's roar
The sound of children's laughter and the smell of tanning lotion
The taste of salt in the air from the mist coming off of the ocean
Sea gulls against a clear blue sky and a ship with its' sails set
These are days that will live in our memory, days we'll never forget
There are palm trees, music and a carousel as you make your way along
And a young woman in a bikini, her body swaying to an island song
There is a rhythm to the pounding surf, unchanging day to day
That tends to ease a troubled mind and take your blues away
Will you join me in a summer walk and be there at my side
Will you run with me into the water and swim against the tide
There's a bench out on the boardwalk, we can sit a while and talk
Then head back home together as we finish our summer walk.
come kiss the frost
from off late apple themes
the carnival is coming into town
where everything is nothing that it seems
hitch up the pony,
take the surrey down.
Let's take the long way 'cross the summer bridge,
the one where first you dared to touch my hand,
I still love seeing sunsets from the ridge
and down below the colors are so grand.
the county fair is finer from up here
all candy apple reds and spinning beams
the zephyr through the pines is all we hear ,
a place to sit and contemplate our dreams
the fantasy is kinder than the truth
recall the ferris wheel at sweet sixteen,
let's share that secret summer of our youth
and go back home to cherish where we've been.
like rambunctious boys at play
clouds drift across the moon
masking its face in mystery
light given and then gone to soon
this fitful little summer storm
playing ticks whilst lovers swoon
we know it can not hide for long
our secret charm, the summer moon
Fire-flies sparkle in the late June night
The show they put on is quite a sight
Both old and young do delight
As darkness fills with their display so bright
They bring to life many childhood dreams
The world around you becomes magical it seems
The evening air becomes trickling streams
Of flashing lights with no set routines
It's a favorite game children play
I guess it's always been that way
Get a jar, dash about and sashay
But, not long in one place will a fire-fly stay
When they do capture a treasured one inside
It's shown to everyone with such pride
But after a few moments often decide
The magic to the jar they should not confide
So, off comes the lid so it will go
To join the others in the wonderful show
And as they grow older, I hope they know
To pass on this game, learned long ago
To the beach, the sand , the waves
A summer day with no sense of hurry
Feet in the surf and the cry of the gull
Appreciating a day without worry...
Beyond the blue horizon such mystery
Known to the soaring bird on the wing
With a boat and dream I'd sail away
To look for the answers to many a thing.....
Just one day, in a book of singular days
A memory now, that day at the shore
But the essence of wind and the wave
With me now, asking for nothing more....
She came to the ball in splendid fashion
Her entry slow and sure, full of graces
Her perfume spoke of the smells of fall
and her sweet breath soft on summer faces....
Taking summer by it's trembling hand
They waltzed together across the fields
Knowing they would meet again next year
And celebrate in glory when summer yields....
For the Fall contest
Summer was not much fun in the teenage years
In fact there was very little of it but lots of anxious tears
Then the summer disco started in the village hall
We couldn’t believe our luck we were gonna have a ball.
But who would come to a village disco not on a bus route
There were only about fifteen teenagers, and they were all related to boot.
Oh what joy, the army camp, sent in the boy cadets
We were all allowed to mix with them and this we did you can bet.
But there I was wallflower self- conscious feeling dull
Not asked to dance by any boy no one to give a thrill
Until the tallest most handsome boy, his smile lit up the room
Came and sat with me you should have watched me bloom.
He was the catch they all wanted, but none could catch his eye
Just me sat in the corner, and he never passed me by
At the end of each dance night, we walked home hand in hand
His kisses they were magical, I was in some promised land.
We only met once a week through the summer of seventy-two
What a summer it was full of fun and happiness and never blue
I often wonder about that boy who kissed so well at age thirteen
What a catch for some woman, and of his kisses I now just dream