Summer's FruitA Poem by shepardA poem about the greatest fruit of summer.
Summer's Fruit
When snow has fallen, 'cross the glen with apples piled in the pen It's good to sit about the fire and on this fruit,to quench the mire: Of parties gay, and splashing spray on rosy cheeks and kids at play. Evening walks along the beaches sipping drinks of rum and peaches. Whilst the cold, relentless, settles fill your mind with rolling meadows, summer sun warm at you back with wine and blanket in your sack. Hearing logs begin to crackle, fondly reminisce on tackle. Loons' sweet song upon the lake and fish-less hooks with dreams as bait. So let the frosty wind be foul all wrapped up in your cozy cowl; warmed inside not by your vest, but by the fruit of Summer's best. © 2016 shepard |
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Added on April 17, 2016 Last Updated on April 17, 2016 AuthorshepardAppleton, WIAboutBorn in Southern California, raised in the wilderness of Alaska. Served in the Navy and the Marines. Died, came back to life again, survived rape, pillage, plunder, and betrayal at the hands of men an.. more..Writing
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