Sunday, May 25, 2014

Sunday Morning Poetry



Summer is with it
                she's wild,
                she likes
                bare legs and cutoffs
                and camping
                and hikes;
                she dives in deep water,
                she wades in a stream,
                she guzzles cold drinks
                and she drowns in ice cream;
                she runs barefoot,
                she picnics,
                she fishes,
                digs bait,
                she pitches a tent
                and she stays up too late
                while she counts the stars,
                swats mosquitoes and flies,
                hears crickets,
                smells pine trees,
                spies night-creature eyes;
                she rides bareback,
                goes sailing,
                plays tennis,
                climbs trees;
                she soaks in the sunshine;
               she gulps in a breeze;
               she tastes the warm air
               on the end of her tongue,
               and she falls asleep
               reading
               alone
               in the sun.
 ~ Myra Cohn Livingston

She's nearly here, friends.  Happy summer.

5 comments:

Lisa Gordon said...

This describes summer so wonderfully.
Nicely done, Relyn!

GraceGal said...

Love it!

christinelaennec said...

Beautiful. I'm just left worrying whether or not she had sunscreen on when she fell asleep... Always a mother I guess!

Debby said...

Yes, that's summer. Cute list.

Marilyn said...

hip-hip-hooray!
This makes me want to shout.
Can't wait to read that book while
lying in the sand.

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