Summer Rispetto
The sky is a lovely robin's egg bright blue,
and the wind so wild it steals my golden hair.
The summer market- full of things farmer's grew,
there is a sweet delicious smell in the air;
of vegetables for my summer eating.
Each summer day is beauty but is fleeting!
I rest on an old bench- pigeons visit me,
proudly strutting then a loud noise and they flee.
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July 9, 2018
Poetry/Rispetto/Summer Rispetto
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1040-509-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Summer Rispetto
sponsor, Barry Stebbings
Second Place
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