One Summer Day
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time.”
— John Lubbock
Muggy summer morning; the sun rising
From where the blue ocean meets the cyan sky
On tiny wavelets sun’s rays reflecting
Streaky cirrus clouds floating way up high
It will be bright and sun-filled all day long
The heat’s up; prompting a great hue and cry
The sandy beach awaits incoming throng
Little room will there be for sunbathing
Thousands in beach towels with just a thong
The sea is calm; teenagers windsurfing
Others out there, swimming by the sea wall
Lifeguards mindful, sharks that may be lurking
Miles away, boats with white sails looking small
A regatta moving towards the cape
Quickly to avoid an incoming squall
In the edge of town a verdant landscape
Lush wildflower meadows by the tree line
Families picnic, the heat to escape
Older folks with folding chairs that recline
Ice coolers beside them, and beers on hand
Whilst ladies cling to glasses of white wine
Alas, late afternoon; time to disband
Gray clouds gathering to cover the sun
The day’s almost over but it’s been grand
Everyone hopes tomorrow be finespun
Just like today, less heat! but lots more fun
06-27-2024
© Vic Evora
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