Midsummer rounds the bend
The fields are blue with fresh ingredients
Mouths are full, hands are busy picking
Summer heat has us running for shade
It's off to the beach for a dip and a wade
Bonfires glow in the midnight air
Sending fire sparks high in the sky
The crackling of wood keeps us awake
Smoke fills the air and cleanses our spirits
Stories are told by friends about long ago
Joyous laughter fills the air
The water carries it near and far
People scampering in daylight to find
Sticks and logs to help prolong the ashes
That will come once again tonight
Under the magical clear sky.
Maria Lisa Polegatto
August 18, 2015
The fields are blue with fresh ingredients
Mouths are full, hands are busy picking
Summer heat has us running for shade
It's off to the beach for a dip and a wade
Bonfires glow in the midnight air
Sending fire sparks high in the sky
The crackling of wood keeps us awake
Smoke fills the air and cleanses our spirits
Stories are told by friends about long ago
Joyous laughter fills the air
The water carries it near and far
People scampering in daylight to find
Sticks and logs to help prolong the ashes
That will come once again tonight
Under the magical clear sky.
Maria Lisa Polegatto
August 18, 2015
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