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Summer is coming

This Summer is coming
And nature is humming
And starting to grow
To give us a show

The gardens are growing
The buds all are showing
Some growing for looks
And others for cooks

Our days will be longer
Our tans will be stronger
The birds will be singing
All life around springing

We'll need to cook out
The aroma will shout
The flavor will seem
Making taste buds all scream

At the end of the day
We all want to say
Please a double dip cone
We won't eat it alone

So now all my friends
Here this poem ends
Now go find a pool
And splash like a fool

Comments

Mike Golch said…
Great Poem,thanks for it.
Anonymous said…
Boy, if that doesn't put you in the mood for summer, nothing will. Great poetry from a great person. Thanks for the cheery pick-me-up!
Minerva said…
Nice poem. I am definitely ready for summer.
Pat Jenkins said…
i know one thing i need to loose some weight so i can look good in my new thonged speedo that i can't wait to unveil at the pool this summer!
Connie said…
That was a fun one, Cliff. I liked that one.

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