Summer Story

All the little towns we meet
Sleeping on the side of the road
Like so many summer day bedspreads
Lazy pillows laid all in a row

Clouds gathering their darkness
Raising the glass on high
A toast to us all, before the storm
“To life,” says a voice from the sky

Leaving our shoes behind, wading to our knees
The water ready for the cool of the moon light
Reflections upon our eyes, who could look away
You and I, love has never felt so right

Mussels on a plate, Bloody Mary in a glass
A sign with the time for the ferry
Pull the boat or build a sand castle
Shadows beckon under a blue canopy

Always thinking of family
Holding hands while we sigh
A summer to always remember
Only happiness knows how to cry

The leaving road, the longing heart
It’s always a day too soon
But then you take my hand my love
As we drive home in the late afternoon

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on September 16, 2019:

Thank you Lorna and Isykariman! Much happiness in this one. The chronicle of an amazing time... to always be remembered...

Lorna Lamon on September 13, 2019:

Happiness and contentment in this lovely poem. I just love the first verse Mark which had me hooked until the end. "Like so many summerday bedspreads" - clever writing.

Isykariman Biridlwanillah from Indonesia, Jakarta, and Japan, Osaka on September 10, 2019:

Your summer was great, thanks for sharing