1976

 

Dear colleagues. This poem took me 5 mins to write, but I have been thinking about it  since that fabulous summer of 1976, lying on the grass, just turned 16 and not a care in the world, but with all senses on fire :)

1976

The distant drone of the single engine propeller plane

Gently cuts through the powder-blue fluffy-white clouded sky

The long green fat blades of grass cushion my body

As the sun warms me all over, producing a  lip curling smile

An eight spotted red lady bird lands on my hand, I lean

Forward just in time to see it open it’s shell and fly away

Heavy, heavy summer smells of butter cup and lilac

Are forced into my nose, as if by the propeller blades

I lie there hands behind my head, legs stretched

Feet crossed and with broadened smile

As I enjoy the summer

◄ The Voice

The giggling girl ►

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Lynn Dye

Fri 4th Jun 2010 16:05

I enjoyed your poem,Lenford - remember it well!

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