Summers Day

poem by: Gerry Legister
Written on Jul 03, 2016

Spring resume summers day with many choices,
In the reunion of all seasons the nectar entwined,
Sunshine to scream out excitement in our voices,
Find outside no place to hide chimes of our mind.
 
Dare we stray towards the heat of sunburn way?
Cold play under festival of stars brightly dancing,
Pop into serenity of our soul for the entire day,
Music warms our emotions until we began crying.
 
Changing the moonlight into midnight falling sun,
Our smiling faces are picturesque miles of places, 
Blew into fanzine memories the wild breeze of fun
On our journey in a flight of freedom for all races.
 
Happy boots clapping in muddy Sunday schools
Surround nature echoes amazing beautiful sound,
Water lapping rocks into balm of swimming pools,
Sovereign flavour tread kindly upon the soft ground.
 
No danger of lone rangers where crowds gathered
Larking about with twisted lyrics of Silver Spring,
Like Cockatoo magpie, mimicking sparrows adored
The saintly summer emblems of rhyme and rhythm.
 
Defending the hazardous thrush of flirty rain brush,
The crowd of drone dark clouds unzipping the field
In roving groups of light heels the adrenaline rush,
Probe under the blanket of night to be reconciled.
 
Sunlight glint appears again in emblazed flames,
Breathe through silhouette lily of warbling trees,
Summary days saved us from the dreary drains,
Made the stagnant world rise from wobbly knees.
 
To see fondant flowers blossomed in rosy bowers 
Nothing could ever be compared to the romance
Of summers day rolling away cloudy rain showers
Over glens and valleys fading out in the distance.

 

Tags: happy, humor, beat, metaphor,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Fantastic poem, it took me on a journey and I never wanted to return, really enjoyed reading it.

 

 

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