Summer
End of Summer Poem… Read More Summer
End of Summer Poem… Read More Summer
As yellow as the sunflower As purple as the finch As green as the worm That moves inch by inch As red as the tomato As blue as the sky As white as the clouds That puff out up high As orange as the cat As beige as the sand As golden as the sun… Read More Dreamland
I can’t grow vegetables Though believe me, how I try The plants grow tall Oh, the vegetables, they die The sun gets too hot Some get root rot I watered them, too wet Did I water them? I forget Oh, the vegetables, they die And then there are pests The caterpillar never rests Chewing… Read More Oh, The Vegetables, They Die
Through the haze Come Summer days Humid mornings Often booming Storming By late afternoon Lightning flashes Into evening Fireflies Twinkle Earthbound leaning Unlike starlight Downward gleaming Summer nights Exit Through the haze
The good and bad of summer!… Read More Is this Heaven or Hell
Oh, sunflower On the breeze, you sway A free-spirit You go your own way Unaware of the power Of your allure Leaving others wanting More and more Of the best life You’re so obviously living Of the sunshiny vibes You’re so generously giving To brighten and lighten All of our days
Simple. Sweet. Carefree. That’s how summer should be!… Read More Simple. Sweet. Carefree
It’s for the dogs this time of year The super big, the mighty small, and dear Fluffy, long, and short-haired, too They’re loyal friends, to me and you Some love bathing, in spots of sun Other ones water, for splish-splash fun Doing tricks (or not) to get some treats Including ice cream, cold and sweet… Read More It’s For the Dogs
“With so many flowers, How’s a bee to choose? With so many choices There’s no way to lose. Pink, yellow, white, and blue Trumpet, cup, and bell-shaped, too! They keep me busy But you know what they say When you love what you do You don’t work a day! When you love what you do… Read More Buzzy Bee
The hummingbirds Are fighting Flying, chirping Chasing, delighting In the large fragrant blooms They flutter, zoom Around, on, and back again. Unbothered that these flowers By name, are not for them As they grow on the beautiful Butterfly Bush. Yet, still these little birds Rebels at Heart Are always in a rush To do their… Read More Rebels at Heart
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