I Think of Summertime
I think of summertime as an old friend,
for it’s when school let out and I could play!
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
I know that summer’s just around the bend
when warmer days begin in early May.
I think of summertime as an old friend.
I long for days when at the pool I’d spend
my time with pals. In sun’s gold rays I lay!
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
On that vacation yearly I’d depend
for carefree days that left me no dismay.
I think of summertime as an old friend.
I always wished so badly to extend
those happy times that each fall went away.
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
Romantic August poetry I’ve penned.
I’d go back to those nights with no delay!
I think of summertime as an old friend.
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
Aug. 23, 2022
For L. Milton Hankins' First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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