POETRY
Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:47 am
Summer, by Charles Carreon
And then the radiant days of summer came
to wash away indifferent pain,
to grow the leaves of green again
and warm the bones of tired old men
extend the playtimes of the young
The days of summer came again.
The days of summer came again
and we as well arrived,
in pickup trucks and colored tents
in hippy garb and Wal Mart threads
in Winnebagos, jeeps and beetles,
on motorbikes and even jet-skis
wasting time and drinking beer
not even feeling slightly queer,
The days of summer come again
and we together all with them.
The foolish American people ride
a roller coaster up one side forever
mounting high it's summer always
till we die, the days of summer come again
our thoughts drift southward to our friends;
The fruits grow heavy, the tree boughs bend,
The days of summer come again.
And then the radiant days of summer came
to wash away indifferent pain,
to grow the leaves of green again
and warm the bones of tired old men
extend the playtimes of the young
The days of summer came again.
The days of summer came again
and we as well arrived,
in pickup trucks and colored tents
in hippy garb and Wal Mart threads
in Winnebagos, jeeps and beetles,
on motorbikes and even jet-skis
wasting time and drinking beer
not even feeling slightly queer,
The days of summer come again
and we together all with them.
The foolish American people ride
a roller coaster up one side forever
mounting high it's summer always
till we die, the days of summer come again
our thoughts drift southward to our friends;
The fruits grow heavy, the tree boughs bend,
The days of summer come again.