Lemonade
Lemonade; the sour made
for pulling on a tongue.
A sweetened taste of liquid juice
where wonder's just begun.
Refreshing for it's ray of light
where acid burns the sun.
A quench to seal saliva's way
that cooling brings to fun.
Where nickels placed on sticky spills
mean profits raised to some.
That little girls wearing fancy pearls
are dressed in hats to chum.
While wooden spoons that serve to churn
rest lightly on their side.
and lemon rinds pressed into strands
turn upward as they've dried.
That on this day we celebrate
these lemons to the sun.
To raise your pitcher up to thee
and pray there's never none.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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