Summertime

by Unknown

Jul 2011 346 Views 5 comments

Summertime

Author: Unknown

The sun shines bright
upon the trees
fields of wildflowers
beckon the bees

The crooked creek
runs cold and clear
babbling over rocks
I can barely hear

The lonesome call
of the mourning dove
calling for rain,
or looking for love

Wind whispering
through the leaves
my hair blowing
in the warm, gentle breeze

Watching a hawk
soar in a cloudless blue sky
catching an air current
and riding it high

Beauty of nature
surrounds us all
Summer is almost over
I can't wait to welcome Fall

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Posted: Jul 2011

About this poem:

I love being outside. Observing life going on around me. I love the 4 seasons.

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Comments (5)

localpoetCannock, Staffordshire, England UKJul 12, 2011

I felt as if I was there with you sitting on a log.

country_lady67OPclarion, Pennsylvania USAJul 12, 2011

thank you Have a great day..

SUNSHINEB0Ycork, Cork IrelandJul 12, 2011

you just described everymorning here to perfection

swade777Grants Pass Area, Oregon USAJul 12, 2011

Sorry Sunshineboy... it wasn't Ireland she was describing... it was my front yard here in S.W. Oregon!! I'm being silly of course! I can only imagine how beautiful it is in Ireland!! I'd love to see it someday for myself as being one of those 'If I could visit ANYWHERE I wanted to' destinations. Albeit, I'm blessed beyond measure to have the beauty country lady describes right in my front yard and for countless miles surrounding me as well!!
Another beautiful poem!!!!