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Summer Day

Just sitting on my porch with a drink and a breeze, If it rains I don’t care, it’ll quiet the bees. Far away is the sound of a lawn mower mowing, I don’t care, I’m in shade and my grass has stopped growing. Summer sun beats the ground but the shade neath the trees, Looks so cool and inviting I should nap in this breeze. But the butterflys fly and the hummingbirds flit. And to me it just seems all I need do is sit. Take it in, from my perch, and enjoy this great view, These days aren’t forever, but for now this will do.

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John Fleming

Date: 7/30/2016 4:08:00 PM

Very nicely laid out, William; (Pardon the pun) and yes you are quite right about the cooling shade beneath the shady trees in hot weather looking so inviting...no conditions are more conducive in compelling a long, relaxing nap! My best regards - And a good effort! :) john P.s A seven.

William Smith
Date: 8/16/2016 11:26:00 AM

Thank you John. Summer gets shorter as I get older and find the time to nap in the shade. Tom

Ronald Kent

Date: 7/30/2016 2:28:00 PM

Soak it up when the weathers good. Nice write.

William Smith
Date: 8/16/2016 11:27:00 AM

Thank you Ronald, nothing like a sunny day to sleep like a babe. Tom