I tried the farmer’s hat to wear,
It didn’t fit,
A trifle small upon my hair,
Too floppy writ.
I could not get accustomed there,
I took it off.
I tried the dancer’s shoes, a pair,
Too loose unfit,
Not made for strolling through the air,
Not mine, a bit.
They felt askew and did impair,
I kicked them off.
I tried the sun, a summer fair,
It felt so good,
The warmth embraced in gentle care,
As sunshine should.
The grass laid bare beneath my feet,
’Neath Nature’s best,
The clothes she lends, a fitting suite,
In them, I’m dressed.
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Nicely penned stanzas. I have to agree with the third stanza. The sun suits best. Nothing like the feeling of being clothed in sunlight. The most appropriate summer outfit. I enjoyed the read.
Thanks Cassie. I enjoy sunlight, but here in New Orleans it's been over 100 degrees heat index and my AC went out in my car, so I'm sweltering. 😆
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