August, with its clouds of scented blooms, <br />August, with its great stacks of giant clouds, <br />August, with corn plants standing like rows of soldiers, <br />August, with watermelons, full and heavy, dozing in the sun, <br />August. <br /> <br />August, remember swimming in the lake? <br />August, remember baby Alice daintily eating berries from the vine? <br />August, remember Richie playing with the goat? <br />August, remember Donald practicing on his new saxophone? <br />August. <br /> <br />August, and its lightening laced sky, <br />August, and newlyweds Pat and Chet decorating their first home, <br />August, and Billy the Brave, Billy the Fearless, on his two wheel bike, <br />August, and shimmering memories hanging like drops of dew, <br />August. <br /> <br />August, the bountiful, August the full, <br />August, Mama hot, but smiling, over a platter of succulent roast chicken, <br />August, Daddy mixing her a frosty mint julep, <br />August, blessed harvest of memories, <br />August.<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harvest-16/
