Its Summer and Its Pleasing
It`s summer and it`s pleasing
in 12 shades of green.
I think i`ll go fishing
or maybe just dream.
In a trillium forest
by a trout lily stream,
or a white daisy meadow
where the waters run clean.
It`s summer and it`s pleasing
and i`ve no where to be.
With my shovel and pail
think i`ll go to the beach.
and walk through sand castles
dip my toes in the sea,
roll in the swells
that blanket the deep.
It`s summer and it`s pleasing
and it`s good to be free.
just to hang upside down
like a kite in a tree.
Fall through the sunlight
softened by leaves,
drop to my hammock
with a good mystery.
It`s summer and it`s pleasing
and i`ve no want or need.
Think i`ll sit in my garden
as the glories drop seed.
Rejoice with the bluebird
high atop the elm tree,
lie back in soft clover
point to clouds with my feet.
It`s summer and it`s evening
no desire to sleep.
On a night strung with diamonds
over firefly blinks.
Symphonic crickets
and peepers that peep,
as a moth named Magoo,
bumps it`s head on the screens.
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