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Southern Summer Season

Poetry By: Three Shirts Too Many

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: 19    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

The summer cicadas,

the yellow sun,

the green Spanish moss,

the corrugated tin.


And so it has come again,

with it have come

all the things I love,

and shamelessly frolic in.


The summer lemonade,

the 'gator huntin',

the barbeque out on the porch,

the slow boat trips.


With the end of may,

the sweet new dawn comes,

and the water curls off

the swamp, coming alive.


The summer laughs,

the sun dresses,

the sleeveless shirts,

the loud radios and fans.


With skinny arms,

and scarred palms

and a wandering mind

and an old Jeep.


The summer love,

the warm, close-eyed kisses,

the mosquitoes,

and the joy.


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