Summer Time. A Poem.

Summer time, with colors bright,

It’s long warm days that feel just right.

Trees are dressed in pleasant green,

Flowers aplenty fill the scene.

So much life that does abound,

Such wondrous beauty all around.

Breathe in deep, that pure clean air,

Providing scents so fresh and fair.

Listen close as birds do sing,

Their melodies make forests ring.

Rivers, lakes, with rocks and hills,

Summer time, and all of it’s thrills.

Β©2020 Steve McLeod.

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