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 Aug 2014
Marian
Bees buzz lazily
Sweet flowers dance in the meadow
Sunshine dances on the grass
Bluebirds call to each other
I'm sitting under a weeping willow tree
Sipping lemonade
Drinking in the beauty around me
Royal white clouds float in the deep blue sky
Honeysuckles perfume the air
Smell the scent of Summer
And listen to the creek
Its always Summer

*~Marian~
 Jun 2014
Marian
Summer Is The Time For Heat
And For Wildflower Blossoms

*~Marian~
It's Been A While, HP!!! :) ~~~~<3
So Here's A Random 10w Poem!!! :) ~~~~<3
I Sure Hope You All Enjoy It!! :) ~~~~<3
 Apr 2014
Marian
Spring feels like summer even though
Playful breezes stir the tall green grass
Rich red soil feels warm beneath bare feet
Irises hidden in the forest bloom unnoticed
Never do the birds more sweetly sing
G**oodbye to ice-cold winter
Hope You All Enjoy This Poem!!! :) ~~~<3
Will Try To Write More Poems As Time Permits!! (: ~~~~~~<3
 Jul 2013
Marian
Summer is pretty
And it is very hot too
So we drink iced-tea

*~Marian~
I've taken a short break from HP. I returned!! And so I am back again!! :) ~<3
 Jun 2013
Sir B
What do I do??
Its summer I get it
But what to do?
I want to spend this summer with you
But you said you don't want me around
I suppose this summer will be like the few lonely ones

But hey
Admit to it that you had fun last summer
Haha
I am bored
 May 2013
Marian
I love the Winter's beauty the snow on the ground and the frozen creek,
In Spring and Summer I treasure it and in Winter it I seek,
The snow covered boughs hang to the snow-covered ground;
Silently the snow falls without a sound.

The mountain behind the trees is snow-covered too,
The sky is a reflected white instead of royal blue,
Numerous trees are covered in ice and snow,
Their branches are so heavy with snow and ice they hang low.

It is so beautiful I begin to cry,
Out of my mouth I heave a crying sigh,
The trees in Spring and Summer have a little peep,
Before they go again to sleep in snow wherefore they call it the Ancients Sleep.

         ~Marian~
 May 2013
Josh Morter
Sat waiting the lights glare piercing and penetrating through my closed lids
Unaware of the hand tenderly caressing my fingertips
The warmth passes over them like a pause in the summer breeze
It's like I am not alone, this hand will not release
It will not release me from it's clinging grip
it's distance shall not decrease.
Forever it shall remain
My support.
Written on 20/03/13 by Josh Morter ©
 May 2013
Jaymi Swift
When we were young, we had some fun,
With summer on our heels.
Then fall comes in, and chills our skin.
Still, we know how summer feels.
 May 2013
Rosie Cheek Kisses
The seasons are changing once again, The sun is back out but how long will it last, it will hide behind the clouds soon enough, coming out to blind us all, we don't get to see it or feel it very often, it is such a burden.
 May 2013
Marian
I remember how we would
Play croquet in the meadow
Oh it was so very fun
Especially with you
And I shall never forget those
Lovely golden memories
Out in the Summer sun
In the meadow
Where the flowers grow
And where the birds love to sing
And warble their songs
In the Summer sunshine

*~Marian~
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