Water
melon days,
Blue
moon nights.
The
smell of new mown clover,
Warm,
shady afternoon delights.
Cotton
candy carnival,
The
smells and the sights.
Turtle
sunning on a rock.
In
the lazy water’s reflection.
Popping
peas from the pod.
Sun
warmed to perfection.
If
it would just stay this way,
Birds
wouldn’t fly south.
And
childhood would last forever.
Like
mothers feed the open mouth.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull
8/26/01