Poems
Summertime
I can sleep in, it’s summertime!
No school to wake up early for.
No tests, homework that I deplore.
I’ll play and make a sales sign,
For my mom’s tasty lemonade.
Perhaps, I’ll climb the tallest pine,
Into the clouds that away fade...
Into a land where castles stand,
And sleeping giants rule the land
Until . . .
I ride upon my magic unicorn.
In hand my wand, enchanted pixie dust,
(a gift from fairies last week born!)
And spread it on the wind’s strong gust.
Not here! Or so it seems!
I am well hid inside a magic cloak.
Invisible!
Across the clouded lands I move.
Past scary ponds of steam and smoke,
Was that a mermaid that just dove?!
It must have been for now I see,
The wispy clouds have turned into
a million grains of sand...
The roaring sea!
My cloak! How could it be?!
The mystery is now revealed,
I pull my beach towel closer to me.
No wand lies in my hand,
Instead, I hold a dusty book.
Not pixie dust, just dusty sand.
But I can’t wait to read,
Adventures of more far off lands!
I brush away the sand.
I start to read the treasure in my hand,
And take a sip of mom’s sweet lemonade--
No school to wake up early for.
No tests, homework that I deplore.
I’ll play and make a sales sign,
For my mom’s tasty lemonade.
Perhaps, I’ll climb the tallest pine,
Into the clouds that away fade...
Into a land where castles stand,
And sleeping giants rule the land
Until . . .
I ride upon my magic unicorn.
In hand my wand, enchanted pixie dust,
(a gift from fairies last week born!)
And spread it on the wind’s strong gust.
Not here! Or so it seems!
I am well hid inside a magic cloak.
Invisible!
Across the clouded lands I move.
Past scary ponds of steam and smoke,
Was that a mermaid that just dove?!
It must have been for now I see,
The wispy clouds have turned into
a million grains of sand...
The roaring sea!
My cloak! How could it be?!
The mystery is now revealed,
I pull my beach towel closer to me.
No wand lies in my hand,
Instead, I hold a dusty book.
Not pixie dust, just dusty sand.
But I can’t wait to read,
Adventures of more far off lands!
I brush away the sand.
I start to read the treasure in my hand,
And take a sip of mom’s sweet lemonade--
~*~
All photography and art work by Silvia Nena, unless otherwise noted: ~*~
