Poems by Margie Fox
SUMMER
The countryside is at its best,
Though young birds now have flown the nest.
It's good to sit in shady cool
Under a tree or by a pool,
Or out on the river to boat or fish,
It is delight, all one could wish.
Cottage gardens are all aglow
With old fashioned flowers in a row,
And Olde Tea Shoppes ply their trade
Of strawberry teas and lemonade.
Suburban gardens too do sprout.
Plastic chairs and tables now are out
On the patio with sun umbrellas of
every hue,
Whilst Dad wrestles with the barbecue.
Enveloped in greasy smoke he stands
Cooking sausages and burgers for hungry
hands to snatch and eat.
To everyone a half burnt treat.
Now the party makes a dash
For shelter as thunder rolls and lightning’s
f1ash,
Down pelts the rain, it is the norm,
Just an English summer storm.
When evening sun dips down the sky
And harvest moon and stars shine high.
Lovers, arms entwined, stroll down the lane.
Oh to be so young again.
Now Shakespeare's tale of Midsummer Dream,
Of love and fairies reigns supreme.