I hear the sounds of children at play, <br />as the sun has turned <br />the black clouds of rain away. <br />Summer is here <br />and laughter fills the air, <br />flowers fill the gardens <br />with colour everywhere. <br />After a hard days work <br />you feel free, <br />some will sit the evening out <br />eyes glued to the TV. <br />Not for me the little box, <br />rather an evening stroll. <br />Then sit to rest <br />my weary bones somewhere, <br />letting the cool evening breeze <br />dance with my hair. <br />As I sit quietly <br />absorbing all around. <br />Watching the sun <br />sink slowly in the west. <br />Breathing in the cool evening air, <br />as night begins to call. <br /> <br /> <br />11 June 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-is-here/
