Summer Joys

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Long Hot Summer Days

lure us to the outdoors.

I tend to think of the seasons in colors, summer is vibrant and bright!!! the first color to come to mind is BLUE, all shades, and then there is a myriad of other vivid colors, purples,reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows, as flowers burst forth in their various hues.

Springs' vast array of new born shades of green have settled into darker emeralds, and depending on the amount of rain even begin to fade into light browns,, a precursor of the browns and greys of the winter season.

~Cloud Slumbers~

Skipping and dancing across the sky,

soft, billowy, snowy white on vivid blue.

Playfully gliding, pushing one another along.

A living kaliedescope powered by

gentle blowing wind.

Breathing, shaping, forming and dispersing.

Delighting those who look up and notice,

hypnotizing the willing mind.

Entertaining endlessly as the day slowly passes.

Lulling the senses, closing the eyes.

Bringing bliss...giving peace...

Janice

A Summer Rebus For You
How carefree the days of summer. The warm
draws you to be outdoors, enjoying the heat of it's rays.
You lay on your back in the grass , eating an
and cause to have to walk extra "ant miles" because you are in their path. You hear the drone of a, and the roar of a neighbor's mower.

Then your energy surges and you have to jump up and do something. You for awhile. Deciding to take advantage of the nice windy day you hunt through the basement, find your
call a friendto share the fun, and woosh soon those bright colored
are soaring upwards.
Plans for camping are made, you load the
with all kinds of camping gear and set off for the

, preferably near a lake. First you pitch yourtent, and gather wood for a nice after dark. Yum it will be so much fun to and sing songs around the . You've made sure your campsite is near the , but not too near.

Ah time to hang a sign, grab yourand whistle for your .
Quickly walking to the lake, you bait your line with a wiggly , and cast your line waaaaaaaaaay out. The water so blue with gentle waves, rippling when a jumps out and back into it's home. There's an occasionalhopping about.
The moves across the sky , the wind picks up a bit, and your
stomach growls.
Time to head back for camp and light the
Have some and . You didn't catch any , but had a grand time staring at the blue water, watching aand musing about first onefriend, and then another.

~Ants~

Ants

livin' neath a stone

always in clusters

neva alone

an army it seems

has taken up residence

marchin on the fence

practicin' their techniques

keeping away from predators' beaks

seems they are always workin'

never lazin' about shirkin'

they put we humans to shame

as they carry on their military game

don't sit too near, they'll crawl in your pants

these neighbors of yours...the army of ants.

Whispering Willow

Oh, the secrets of the whispering willow,

with its' low hanging wispy branches.

The tales it could share, if such was it's way,

instead it whispers in nurturing tones

and gives tranquility to its' visitors each day.

Today a child has found some comfort

while sitting at the base of its' trunk.

Favorite toy clutched in hand,

with tears streaming down dirty cheeks,

cried softly, "Why am I always in the way?"

A hot tired farmer, dust on his brow

finds coolness under it's widespread arms.

He sits and ponders aloud, if the crop

will do well, so his bills can be paid

or will he be forced to sell some acreage.

A young mother takes a much needed break.

Audibly checks her list of household chores,

wonders what to prepare for dinner,

hopes that the kids will nap longer than usual.

And gee this headache needs to go away!

Late afternoon, a young couple saunter along

duck under the willow which forms a veil,

steal sweet kisses in their secret hideaway.

Whisper undying love to one another,

Smile and laugh as they speak of their future.

An elderly couple sweep aside the branches

slowly step into the shaded refuge

speak frailly and tenderly to one another

each concerned for the other's health

and hope they still have several years left.

Oh, the tales the whispering willow could tell,

if indeed it were a gossiping sort of tree.

But it chooses instead to be a safe haven, so tall.

Its' delicate branches sweep the ground

whispering a welcome to one and all.

Janice

© 9/19/98

A special thanks to Dave for making my welcome banner for me. Sorry for being so picky, they just had to be happy birds for my page. ::smilin'::: You did a great job, I'm happy with them.

Well that's all for this page, hope you had a bit of fun here. I wonder how many of you have nostalgic memories of playing beneath a willow tree as a child, or even are fortunate to have one nearby today? I'd like to hear your thoughts on willow trees, or anything for that matter, send me an e mail, or click on BACK and tell me your memories in my guestbook. I'd like to think my pages are interactive. Please don't burst my bubble. :::giggles::: jus me, Janice