Poetry

by Pete Holly

When Summer Comes-
Folk's are Friendly,
They let thier guard down-
even on thier enemy

If summer can do such
Magical Tricks,
it no wonder lovers,
get in a fix,

with Pregnant expectations,
the Blushing Bride to be-
anounces the occasion,
as Busy as a Bee-

the farmer irrigates his fields,
The Beehive State in Mind-
The Deacon knows the situation-
he knows it's some don't send Valentines,

So with elegy to you and those-
Whose Valentines be missing-
god's a touch-need not say much-
Let our nature do the the speaking-

That's enough for now-
with summer in full bloom,
catch the dreams while warmer seems-
to grant gods wish's in full moon's-

written by pete holly-2010-copyright-all rights reserved