Sunday, May 16, 2010

Summer

For preface to this post, see post of 5/15/10...

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.
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3 comments:

Kent Parkstreet said...

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.

Garnet said...

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...

Kent Parkstreet said...

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!