Come sit with me
Beneath the weeping willow tree
We'll talk away the hours
In summer's peaceful tranquility
We'll watch the beautiful sunset
Sinking low over the horizon
Feel the breeze blowing gently
As the whispering branches liven
A bright full moon is shining
Casting shadows oh so bright
What more could we ask for
On this perfect summer night
Come sit with me
On the treasured, old porch swing
We'll swing away the hours
Listening to the crickets sing
The fire flies are dazzling
A perfect summer time show
Smell the honeysuckle blooming
With sweet fragrance to grow
We can listen to the whipper wills
As they make that unique sound
They never fail to please
My home is their stomping ground
Come sit with me
At the break of a new dawn
Say hi to the morning glories
Hear the birds sing each new song
The roses are cascading
A round every curve and bend
Pretty flowers are covered with dew
The mornings so happily send
Apple trees are blooming in the lane
Oh how sweet they can be
Decked out in pink blossoms
Waiting for you and me
All the cows are in the pasture
Nibbling on the fresh, green grass
Happy as can be in the sunshine
Basking in the warmth in high class
Come sit with me
On the bank of the little creek
We'll sip on a tall glass of lemonade
Then jump in with both feet
We'll enjoy every moment of the day
The nights are wonderful too
Here in my simple, country home
I promise it will all come true
There is splendor all around me
The sky is big overhead
I live in a heavenly paradise
Oh what a beautiful spread
The taste of heaven is sweet
The air is cleaner here
If you reach up your hand
On tip toe heaven is near
Come sit with me
In my paradise so green
This summer time country living
Is the best I've ever seen
© Susie Swanson, 2016
I may be stretching it a little with the summer heat baring down so hot and dry as a bone but I sure can't complain.. Some are being flooded out and I pray for them everyday. Dog Days began the 3rd of this month and they go through the 11th of August..All the older generation always said if ye don't get any rain during Dog Days it's gonna be a dry summer. I hope not cause I'm afraid it'll be a wet Fall and I love the bright, blue skies and cool, crisp nights . Oh well, it's a good thing we can't control the weather. Hope ya'll are having a nice summer and staying cool in your neck of the woods.
© Susie Swanson, 2016
I may be stretching it a little with the summer heat baring down so hot and dry as a bone but I sure can't complain.. Some are being flooded out and I pray for them everyday. Dog Days began the 3rd of this month and they go through the 11th of August..All the older generation always said if ye don't get any rain during Dog Days it's gonna be a dry summer. I hope not cause I'm afraid it'll be a wet Fall and I love the bright, blue skies and cool, crisp nights . Oh well, it's a good thing we can't control the weather. Hope ya'll are having a nice summer and staying cool in your neck of the woods.
This is a wonderful poem, Susie, and it really sounds like summer days talking about the old porch swing and the fire flies and the jumping in the creek, and oh those roses! Your summer days growing up sound very much like mine, Susie. What great memories we had.
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This sounds like summertime at its finest. Sweet poem and wonderful memories, Susie. :)
ReplyDeleteLove your poem Susie. We had a down pour in the early hours this morning. Then the day turned all muggy hot. I did go to the event in town , but did not stay long. Blessings for a nice weekend, hopefully you'll get a bit of rain if needed. Blessing to you dear friend, love, xoxo, Susie
ReplyDeleteI gottawholelotta maximum poetry... and I dont care if you copy. Love you. Cya Upstairs...
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