The mist in Regent Gardens air
awakes a single rosebud there.
Her scent drifts past Trafalgar Square -
England’s summer has begun.
The rising sun above the Thames
shines brighter than a crown of gems;
peeks through the panes of Buckingham
until the day is done.
Saint James Park invites the dawn
as sunbeams nudge the regal lawn.
Grass blades spread their arms and yawn:
"Good Morning, Summer day!"
Big Ben chimes a fond embrace
whilst daybreak warms his noble face.
Tower Bridge can sense sweet grace -
Summer’s song is on Her way.
Chiffchaffs adorn the royal parks
as children’s voices trill like larks.
Blooming dogwoods deftly bark
in praise of Summer’s song.
Purple lilacs perfume the breeze.
Lombard's merchants aim to please.
Harrods unfurls green canopies
to shade the heated throng.
Piccadilly Circus burns so bright.
Vibrant neons illume the night.
A merry moon beams with delight -
enthralled by Summer’s spell.
Bells of St. Paul sing me goodbye,
as o'er the River Thames I fly.
My heart begins to sigh, as I
bid my London Summer - farewell.
Inspired by:
Summer Enchantment Rhyming Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Karen Neary
Summer Day
Walking down the dusty country road
Skipping rocks over the creek
Running through the pasture chasing cows
Taking a long dip in a cool lake on a hot summer day
Catching a horny toad to bring home to Mom
Whistling my way down the long dusty road
Free to do whatever I please along the way
What a great way to spend a summer day
The summer scene
So blissful and serene
A bright sun shines
Over baby-blue skies
Upon a mountainous view
Bringing pleasure to my eyes
It’s great to be alive!
Breathe in the air
Feel a surge inside
As it flows through
Something beyond compare
There is no way to describe
There is no way I can share
What I am telling you
It is the accomplishment
More like personal gain
To rise above all of “it”
From a cesspool of names
Once achieved, rest with ease
Begin to enjoy the summer breeze
Hear the birds singing in the trees
Swaying to the song of peace
I am free! I am free!
Free at last to be
The one that never had the chance
To finally succeed!
Can you see? Can you see!
There is no more “you and me”
Long and treacherous the road has been
To the salvation I now receive
True happiness is rarely achieved
Far and few for many
Now at the pinnacle of my life
I am fully restored and ready
- Boz -