June
Summer heat conjures cooling
thunderstorm
May flowers wane as green gardens
grow
Honest toil gets rewarded, this I
do know
June is the month my dear mother
was born
Sitting quietly on the front
porch swing
Gathering place for the nightly
event
Family meets in the cooling wind
sent
Discussions and plans, it’s a
real loving thing
Some member always seemed to just
know
In a washtub watermelon frigid
cold-iced
Or a big bowl of fresh strawberries
fine-sliced
Glib spoken quip, a quick wit
offered to show
Reminisce some adventure in time
now that passed
An eventful special birthday---but,
weren’t they all
Party time happened with just a
simple phone call
Oh! Lord! How I wish that feeling
could last
So many people come…and are…and
been
Into my future not all of them
can I take
Only cherish memories like time
at the lake
I do love them each, right now is
the “when”
Lightning flashes white warning
out in the west
Cooling droplets to earth are
falling pell-mell
Fresh-scent pleasant is that
sweet clean smell
Porch swing philosophy---no doubt
it’s the best
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