Page 1, poems about summertime

Summer Nights

Summer nights cool and crisp

Eyes still up to look at the wonder of the night

To hear crickets chirp

Smells of hot dogs mixed with flowers wafting through the air.

Summer Morning

It started out under the covers not wanting to even move

The cool breeze was on my face

I drifted off to dreamland

Eventually getting up to eat cereal and watch television enjoying this summer morning.

Ninety Degree day

Arriving to  not only find boards ready to be constructed

For the day 

The sun beating down on my shoulder blades

Coloring my shoulders pink

Feeling my brow become moist

Fabric  sticking to my legs

This is a ninety degree day without any shade or rest

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