It is summertime <br />And all the clouds run away, <br />In the summertime <br />The glare sears my eyes <br />Raise your hand high, <br />I shall lurk in the shadows of summertime. <br /> <br />Water boils, pavements crack <br />In the summertime. <br />Heat keeps you awake, <br />Sweat becomes another skin <br />Attached to bed sheets <br />In the summertime. <br />All the pretty summer girls, <br />In their pretty summer clothes <br />Lie at night with their pretty summer boys. <br />I shall lurk in the shadows of summertime. <br /> <br />©Charlie F. Kane <br /> <br />11/05/08<br /><br />Charlie F. Kane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summertime-15/
