Saturday, May 31, 2014

Summer Poem

My Ode To Summer:

The house smells like sunscreen. 
The barn is full of flies. 
Concrete is decorated in 
chalk and cracks. 
My swim suit bottom is 
stretched to the max. 

Mom! Mom! Look at me!
Is stuck on repeat.  
I think there's something dead 
under the deck. 

Grilled pineapple. 
Grilled shrimp.  
I'll eat anything
On a stick.  

Sun goes down close to nine. 
Kids are full of hype and grime. 
Summer is here 
On the farm.  
Having one more bowl of ice cream
Won't really do me any harm. 

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