What Summer Says To Me

Summer sun and tons of fun

Baseball games and no chance of rain

Bugs and snails on hiking trails

Collecting leaves and rolled up sleeves

A little dirt and guns that squirt

Lots of splashing; waves ‘a crashing

Treasure hunts on water fronts

Colored stones and no cell phones

Driftwood drifting; sands keep shifting

Water wings and summer flings

Hip boots worn with bathing suits

Fishing rods and shoreline frogs

Tying flies to catch a prize

Floating tires and late night fires

Dutch oven food for the multitudes

Sunken logs and running dogs

Frisbee throwing; drift boat rowing

Spongy moss and barbeque sauce

Picnic baskets and hopping rabbits

Forest sounds, through greens and browns

And a gentle wind across your skin

Summer nights and twinkling lights

Drive-in shows and lawns to mow

Teens romancing, late-nite dancing

Convertible tops and souvenir shops

American flags and sleeping bags

Visiting sights; mosquito bites

Family vacations across the nation

Tourist traps and folding maps

No thoughts of school while in the pool

Music blasting seems everlasting

When the sun goes down, we look around

Venus and Mars, amidst the stars

The fullest moon in the heat of June

Children laughing and photographing

Stars and Stripes; mountain bikes

Fireworks shining; nighttime dining

Crickets chirping; campfires burning

Cooking outdoors and lots of s’mores

Scary stories of all categories

Every sound makes you turn around

Look here, there, and then a jump-scare

They’re in your head and it’s off to bed

Flashlights on until the fear has gone

Everything in a heap as you drift to sleep

Morning comes with a blazing sun

Eggs and bacon frying; so satisfying

Then it’s off to play; another summer day

Oh the games we played will never fade

And memories made in the oak tree shade


Additional Works From This Author

Blueberry Pie on Sunday Afternoon

Drive In Movie on Saturday Night


R J Schwartz
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

5 thoughts on “What Summer Says To Me

  • July 15, 2019 at 10:29 PM

    Oh for those wonderful summer days – such a delight. Your phrases and rhyme are very clever and skillfu., Ralph. I really enjoyed this poem. Well done dear friend.

  • July 15, 2019 at 11:02 PM

    Ralph you mentioned every great summer memory. I love your collection of moments and how TCE seems to be celebrating summer as a group this year. Jamie

  • August 6, 2019 at 4:24 AM

    You describe summer days very well with with well-crafted poem. I enjoyed the internal rhyme scheme. Nice work, Ralph.

  • August 6, 2019 at 1:40 PM

    Have you been looking over my fence??
    Great capture. I like photography as the most folk do. But your picture is better.

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