It is summertime
And all the clouds run away,
In the summertime
The glare sears my eyes
Raise your hand high,
I shall lurk in the shadows of summertime.
Water boils, pavements crack
In the summertime.
Heat keeps you awake,
Sweat becomes another skin
Attached to bed sheets
In the summertime.
All the pretty summer girls,
In their pretty summer clothes
Lie at night with their pretty summer boys.
I shall lurk in the shadows of summertime.
©Charlie F. Kane
11/05/08
Charlie F. Kane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summertime-15/
