The grass so green,
the sun so bright.
Life seems a dream,
no worries in sight.
Poetry About Enjoying the Summertime Season
Summer is the stuff of dreams. When adults sit at their desks, and children sit in school, they dream of summer. Summer is the time of infinite fun. The day seems to last forever, and the fun never stops. It is a time of romance, excitement and an enhanced enjoyment of life. Somehow summer never seems to last long enough. It is always over before we get a chance to fully experience its power. This is true of all things wonderful. They always seem too short.
Poetry About the End of Summer
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Poem About Fun Summer Times
The grass so green,Featured Shared Story
I really love this site. I have become very inspired by this. I want to read more poems about all the relationships and a lot more things on earth. Thank you.
The familiar rhythm of the cricket's chirps
Create the soundtrack for each day,
Echoing Summer's end
And that Autumn's on her way.Featured Shared Story
End of summer, yes, when my daughter goes outside and comes back in to ask, "How does the weather know it's back to school time?" when the chill in the morning air precedes the special crisp...
Joy Of Summer Sunshine
Though May did bring her deepest grey
And June did bring her gloom,
I woke this morn in a glorious way
To Sunshine in my room.Featured Shared Story
Thank you, Beryl. This is especially a time for all of us to be grateful for the simple things that make us smile. Be safe and well.
Morning's soft air, touching everything with such care,
Caresses a young face in a quiet, secluded place.
Smile planted strong, heart beating on.
Only one thing is on her mind, and that is summertime.Featured Shared Story
Currently using this beautiful poem as inspiration for my poster design. This poem makes my assignment for graphic design much easier. Thanks!
Spring Turning Into Summer
Wind is like peace.
A swaying song it sings.
Drifting away in the summer wind.
Dancing grass in the field,Featured Shared Story
I enjoyed reading your poem on wind. There is something magical about just listening to the sound of the wind.
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