On a Summer Day
by young Garnet
On a summer day,
You can smell the sweet, fresh hay.
Everything is green,
Like nothing you have seen.
The frogs and crickets cheep,
It makes you want to sleep.
I wish I had a summer day
All winter long to keep.
Bubbles
by grown-up Garnet
Soft, sweet day
Summer bright
If I hold the wand
Just right,
Scented breeze
Caresses rend,
Orbs depart,
Decline,
Ascend.
A string of jewels
Rides the air;
A diadem
For Summer's hair.
.
by young Garnet
On a summer day,
You can smell the sweet, fresh hay.
Everything is green,
Like nothing you have seen.
The frogs and crickets cheep,
It makes you want to sleep.
I wish I had a summer day
All winter long to keep.
Bubbles
by grown-up Garnet
Soft, sweet day
Summer bright
If I hold the wand
Just right,
Scented breeze
Caresses rend,
Orbs depart,
Decline,
Ascend.
A string of jewels
Rides the air;
A diadem
For Summer's hair.
.
3 comments:
I don't want to accuse you of lying, but I believe that calling yourself "grown up" Garnet is stretching the truth just a little.
You may have a point there. Come to think of it I was the only 'grown up' on the beach playing with bubbles that day...
I so want to do a crass joke about blowing bubbles and reincarnation but I draw the flirting line with married women at the invitation to naked waffles point.
That isn't a sentence I get to write every day!
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