22 May 2012
Little chirping birds,
Warm summer wind,
Flowers are growing,
The hedges being trimmed.
The distant sound of a tractor,
A smokey smell of food,
Laughter of children a garden away,
Wine bottle unscrewed.
The gentle hum of chat,
Soft summer tunes,
Men at the BBQ,
Women laughing at their goons.
A big cloudless blue,
Hot sun streaking down,
Summer days my favourites,
Favoured by all around.
Summer • Opuss № I