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Southern Summer Season

Poetry By: Three Shirts Too Many
Poetry



A little poem about the America I grew up in, and my favorite season. This is my first venture into poetry, and I can only hope it's up to snuff!


Submitted:Feb 25, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


The summer cicadas,

the yellow sun,

the green Spanish moss,

the corrugated tin.

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And so it has come again,

with it have come

all the things I love,

and shamelessly frolic in.

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The summer lemonade,

the 'gator huntin',

the barbeque out on the porch,

the slow boat trips.

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With the end of may,

the sweet new dawn comes,

and the water curls off

the swamp, coming alive.

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The summer laughs,

the sun dresses,

the sleeveless shirts,

the loud radios and fans.

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With skinny arms,

and scarred palms

and a wandering mind

and an old Jeep.

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The summer love,

the warm, close-eyed kisses,

the mosquitoes,

and the joy.





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