Poetry: Summer Free

Poem: Summer Free

Hazy meets the summer morn.
Fields full ripe with golden corn.
Heavy green,
the leaf in tree.
Bramble tangled thorn,berry, bee.

1000 starlings swirl the sky.
Mixing twirling screech & cry.
While clinging frail to a fresh mown lawn.
The myriad drops of a dew showered dawn.

My bike rolls free
Through the morning me.
Fresh the red in a ripe apple tree.

I whistle, I sing, while words fly by,
Some while a bit longer.
Some catch my eye.
Build pictures
Build moments
Build rhyme rhythm song.
For you who I look for.
Will I share my song.
Will I tell my story
This summer day long.

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