Summertime

Thought I’d take the summer off, get a little exercise – play some golf.
Paint a little, write a poem, walk the dog, be alone.
Take a trip, drive by car, get away, maybe go far.
Time to think, wonder what’s right, stare at the stars on a summer night.
Visit some friends, walk the beach, anything’s possible, nothing out of reach.
A few long weekends with my mate, a lot of laughs, things are great.
Have friends over, a cookout or two, it’s summertime – impossible to feel blue.
Warm summer days, fireflies at night, what a wonderful time – everything is right.

Original Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2000 ©