Sun hot blaze, longer days playing
jump rope as the neighborhood
If it don't rain, we will make our own,
Keep ourselves cool and still having fun.
This is just the beginning, there is more
In the breeze, smell at ease
Barbque Ribs, Hot Dogs, and Lemons
floatng in teas.
Laughing with friends as the dog scratch
away the fleas.
It's Summer Time.
Share This Poem