Summer’s Freedom
The summer season if bright sunlight,
The ocean waters grabbing at the seashores,
Fishing boats scatter the sea like bees in a hive,
People rushing to the sea to cool down from the temperature,
Water shimmering under rays of light.
Fresh wood smoke hissing and popping,
Smell of charcoaled food carried by the travelling breeze,
Gentle wind whispers of short freedom so longly sought for,
Cool cut clumps of freshly cut grass,
The aroma attacks you once you once the door to summer.
Delicious welcoming food dripping with flavour from the grill,
Salt water that drips from your lips as you break through the water,
Long lasting frigid lemonade cools down your scorching thirst.
Sounds of crickets and bullfrogs just before dark,
They play around the park,
Flowers open up in the morning light to welcome the sun,
Bees buzzing below on beautiful summer plants,
Boats triumphantly fight off waves as water splashes on deck.
Cool damp green grass below your feet,
Mark the beginning of new summer heat.
