Summertime Poem by Phil Soar

Summertime

Rating: 4.5


I drift along at my own pace, the walk becomes a stroll
The wind that wafts across my face, is something to behold
A warm and pleasant feeling, announcing summertime
Where everything around me makes me feel that all is fine

Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Many times, succinct verse produces literary substance of a thousand words...This lone quatrain is proof solid of my claim...Nicely done... ~FjR~

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