SummerA Poem by AndieYou run through the grass The blades licking and scratching the balls of your feet Water from a hose flies through the air And comes tumbling down over your head Your bathing suit sticks to your stomach The adults are on the back porch With their cold beers and white sundresses Rock music radiates from an old radio And it's Summer Summer at last © 2009 Andie |
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Added on May 25, 2009 Author |