Summer girl

Written by: Laura Mckenzie

She had the perfect posture, she was an African American girl
Watching as the breezes about her dress did whirl
The warmth of July passed through the air
And there she was just standing there
She wore a fine printed, lime green dress
Where the wind did gently caress
She was summer in a glass mixed with ice
And she walked across the street so precise
Every man observed with a pleased eye 
Every woman wished it were her that the men had spied
She was a summer girl 
Soft and elegant and flawless as a pearl