Florida Hammock WeatherA Poem by PlantGluerNot too hot, not too cold. It's that time of season, for you to be jealous.
It's a clear lush sky with no shortage of blue.
The weather is chilly, but I don't mind. Winter in Florida has finally come to a halt Because for this afternoon, in my shorts and sweater, I swing side to side in this white rope hammock. A banana tree on my right and bright red berries to my left. I don't think it gets much more peaceful, Than this Florida hammock weather. The sound of these unnamed birds chirping, And my father's fountain running My mind is at ease, my heart is content. I don't think it's possible, To get upset on a hammock. Now I take my sip of water, and lie my head down. I'll try to last until the sun comes down, But the skin that is bare, Is slowly becoming rigid. As time passes it gets harder and harder, So I take a whiff of this fresh basil, and head back indoors.
© 2014 PlantGluerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPlantGluerEnglewood, FLAboutI'm Cody, I just started writing. Honesty and fixing this broken world are my two priorities when it comes to poetry. more..Writing
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