Artist, actor, poet, teacher, songwriter & actor with 4,000 poems & almost 1,000 songs written, performed recorded & published on line.
All you need is a comfy chair, some vodka and lemonade, a large umbrellla and some shade to be a happy gal or fella and man you've got it made
Sitting pool side
In chlorine scented
air mixed with the coconut
tinge of various sun lotions .
Moving far from the fast lane
To lazy days of slow motion
No people, places or things to see
Just the warmth of the sun
Wrapping its rays around me.
Should I take a dip in the pool
Or take a dip into my nacho platter
For another mouthful of cheesy,
spicy ground beef and ground
corn meal chips gracing my
hungry lips.. Hmmmmm?
Either or, that's what Summer is for
All those tough decisions that
Really don't matter. My only
Deadline to meet later is when
I make a beeline to my king-sized bed
And fall into the cool sheets to
share dreams that will never be as
dreamy as this day I am spending.
Later after the standard tanning time
I am planning to allot some slot time
On the hundreds of chances that
sit in tidy rows of temptation
offering sudden riches or a mild
frustration at the preprogrammed
payouts that far too often are few
and far between. If perchance I
win I will adopt a silly grin clutching
my tickets to cash in. If I lose it
is a loss I choose and the next day
holds the cool pools to soak away
My sore muscles from poking endless
play buttons to no avail. There is no
money that can buy the beauty
of June and the basking in the sun
that leaves a huge room in your
mind to revisit in the bitter, biting
cruel winds of January. Nothing
ever printed by the Federal Reserve
can be spent as nicely as when
You lie in the hammock of July
shaded by green that does not
have portraits of Andrew Jackson
on them. Money never ever grew
on trees or we would never have
any shade. And then comes
Au-gust of air so hot that makes you
almost eager for the fall but not quite.
Summer is God's little taste of
heaven that we are granted each year.
Fall is a reminder that we too will
Fall someday. Winter brings isolation
from much of all of the creature
comforts it strips from us. Our only
warmth that can never come close
to the sun are our furnaces and wood
stoves. Spring brings a ticket on
hold for the grand return of Summer.
so get out and enjoy the season of
joy that only offers you three
months of almost perfect weather.
I am just thinking out loud in scripted
words as I dry off from the pool while
you dry the sweat off your brows
from the harder labors of life tha
you all must endure in the Summer.
But do not let your week ends be
spent on your weakened ends.
Go out and become less than
burnt offerings as you worship the
sun and savor the wonders of
© 2022 Matthew Frederick Blowers III