This warm summer day that\'s blazing away
I share with the trees and the flowers.
A cynic might sneer and mock me as queer
composing raw rhymes \'neath the bowers.
But that is alright; I\'m feeling contrite;
there\'s not a bad bone in my body.
Those critics, so cruel, can call me a fool,
and slander my stanzas as shoddy.
This warm summer day, I\'m feeling okay.
There\'s peace in this breeze that is blowing.
And poems that grow, like streams, I let flow;
to where though, there\'s no way of knowing!
When all’s said and done, this rhyming is fun;
Exuberant?Yes, I’m euphoric!
To lie in the sun, when poem’s all done
is heaven; now that’s metaphoric!