British Summertime.

Goldfinch60



Comes that time of the year once more,

The sun climbs above the horizon

Up into that clear sky

Painting it a bright clear blue,

Not a cloud in the sky.

 

The sun gets higher in the sky

Giving light to all below it,

On this earth where nature thrives

Awaking on this clear bright day,

Ready to walk in the suns brightness.

 

I walk through the wooded glade

The sun lighting my way,

The speckles of sun shing down

Through the leaves and branches

Of the trees that surround me.

 

I come to the lake and sit

Watching the sparkling water

Where the sun strikes the ripples

Creating such glorious art for me,

Just there for me in this wondrous day.

 

I walk on through the day

Bathed in this sunlit heaven

Towards evenings wonder

Where the sun slides over the horizon,

Leaving its warmth behind.

 

I sit in my garden thinking of the day,

The wonders I have seen

On this beautiful sunny day,

And as I toast the day

Knowing that all is well in my world.

 

I know that British Summertime,

Is the best DAY of the year!

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 28th, 2021 01:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: Well it was a sunny day!
  • Category: Humor
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  • orchidee

    Let's not tempt 'fate', and say 'That's it for this year - Summer - those two days in May!
    We had snow in April, even in May in places. Dunno what people were complaining about! What more do they want? heehee.

    • Goldfinch60

      Yesterday was summer warm sun all day where I was.

      Andy

      • orchidee

        It's Greenland's fault, they say - a chilly air stream. Now, on to proper Summer, we hope.

      • orchidee

        Time for a song:
        'I beg your pardon
        I never promises you a rose garden
        Along with the sunshine
        There's gotta be a little rain sometime.' (Lynn Anderson, 1973).
        Erm - just not every day! lol.

        • Goldfinch60

          Rain sometime - yes. But not all the flaming time. LOL

          • Accidental Poet

            Lynn Anderson had a hit song with it, but it was written by Joe South. But now you have me with this eerie thought of you Orchi singing it. Where's my heavy duty ear plugs. ; )

          • Neville


            ... Gracious, is it that time already .. I know time flies like the wind & of course, fruit flies like bananas, but ...

            ... I close my eyes and see a contented man in thee ...

            ... Neville

          • Fay Slimm.

            Thank you for sharing the contented outlook that summer can evoke dear Andy - may your days always be filled with happy warmth.

          • dusk arising

            Well that's it then. The end of english summer. Looks like you enjoyed it.

            What a rich uplifting read you've posted this morning my friend. But i missed any mention of your river. Come to think of it the lovely mistress Avon has been missing from your posts for a while now. Does she call to you still?

          • L. B. Mek

            beautifully euphoric,
            proudly patriotic
            and sublimely: poetic...!
            brilliantly executed Andy,
            made me feel like we were sharing the walk together
            immersive in intimate detail and graceful flow..
            'She', must have visited
            and helped colour your words
            so transcendently scenic...
            have a great weekend my friend

          • Doggerel Dave

            My oh my, Andy, the pollies, the advisors, or whoever it was who imposed British Summer Time (or similar adventures) onto an unsuspecting public should employ you instantly as chief publicist.....
            An evocative piece though, despite all that....

            • Doggerel Dave

              Andy - I think I may have misread your work slightly. Despite the DAY emphasis, it took three reads before I realised its significance. Here I'm used to summer lasting for long sweaty MONTHS......

            • Jerry Reynolds

              Wish I were sitting in that garden with you, Andy. I'll sit in my gazebo and think fondly of you.

            • Accidental Poet

              So well written I could feel the warmth of that English Sun. And you still have 3 months yet to enjoy. ; )

            • myself and me

              Indeed a wonderful summertime to enjoy. Beautiful writing.

            • Trenz Pruca

              It was a wonderful warm day here. Thanks for sharing.



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