Sweet, sweet summer rain,
swallows whispering secrets on the clothesline.
Dogs are lazy;
hear that whistle blowing down the railroad line.
Sarah takes it easy,
in slumber in the bouquet of her Chianti wine.
The lands ablaze, summer days,
no such thing as time.
Abandoned clouds idly drift
across the deep blue sky.
Remnants of some foreign storm,
on high into the by and by.
Their shadows rambling across the valley,
soon the sun will burn ’em dry.
The lands ablaze, summer days,
catch the colours of the dragonfly.
No sloops are sailing, their sailors sleeping
on the banks of the lagoon.
Eyes are heavy, minds at ease
in the peace of the delirium.
Sands are burning, the nets are dry:
hope a breeze will speak up soon.
The lands ablaze, summer days,
changing tides for the afternoon.
A wondering mind takes me through
the mysteries of the falling haze.
Where the air is cool and the fruit is sweet,
in the evening the music plays.
Sarah’s soft caresses
‘neath the shafts of southern rays.
The lands ablaze, summer days:
of all that’s true in what she says.
Her hair is wild, her skin is dark,
of beauty born and to entice
Her breath is warm, her touch is true:
she’s of an art beyond a price.
Her every move, a ballade of love,
her perfumes blessed in precious spice.
Of Sarah’s ways, such cherished days;
of love, I sing and paradise.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
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You have a magical touch with the pen that wrings liquid emotion out of dry paper. Here is a poem of summer days and I feel it. I could almost hear that old familiar song Summertime by Ella Fitzgerald. It presents a lazy feel that personifies even the season into a love with dark skin and warmth. Simply lovely my friend.
Hello, Soren,
'And the living is easy'. Your lovely response finds me on a high, what more can I say, except, made my day, my friend.
Wishing you much happiness,
Tony.
Always a pleasure
Utterly romantic and I could taste that chianti which just added to the beauty of the scenery, I'm absolutely loving your poetry dear Tony, is simply exquisite. 🌹 🍷
Hello, Teddy,
Well, if you could taste the chianti, the poem was well worth the effort. Here's to you - cheers!
Fond regards,
Tony.
I live in chianti salute 🍷
Taken along on a summer haze, Sarah by your side, wine of the day.
The past in all its glory, and a past we can relate to.
These are the best times in life, and if we could bottle them, we would.
Hello, Paul,
Summer in a bottle, what a great idea. I really appreciate you dropping by.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
A balmy summer interlude with sun, the wine the haze almost perfection. However it is Sarah who brings completion….. Sarah…Sarah…
Thanks Tony for the tranquility, but also the glow.
Hello, Dave,
The poem on the whole is, Sarah... Sarah... Sarah. You are very welcome and thank you very much for the lovely words.
Wishing you much happinness,
Tony.
A Fine Poem describing the Warm days of Summer, that are now a Memory here .
Rekindled Holidays in Spain in the 80s.
A fave.
Hello, Kevin,
What part of Spain did you holiday in? I'm delighted I rekindled those lovely memories. Your words are very much appreciated.
Wishing you much happinness,
Tony.
Callella. Went there for a few years . Happy Memories.
Thanks.
Summer in verse, in its own grace 👍🏻🕊️
Hello, arqios,
Thank you very much, kind of you to drop by.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Most welcome dear Tony 🙏🏻🕊️
Ah, Tony, this has me thinking of those wonderful folk-rock songs from the seventies that you could listen to with your eyes closed and simply drift away. There's something timeless about that kind of songwriting. Lovely work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏
Hello, Tristan,
Back to the seventies, great music and wonderful songwriters. Drift away, my friend. I really appreciate you dropping by.
Fond regards,
Tony.
This evokes a contentedness my personal negativity too often denies me. Thanks for this.
Hello, Dan,
Lovely to hear from you and you are very welcome.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
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