There is no other place
like the back porch of our house
in the summertime.
We would sway in the hammock
with icy lemonade near by
and read books in the heat.
But all too soon,
the air would grow stale
and a short walk to the pool
by the edge of the grass
would quench our sweltering bodies.
Swimming through the coolness
while the lemonade slowly melted.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
There is no other place
like the back porch of our house
in the summertime.
We would sway in the hammock
with icy lemonade near by
and read books in the heat.
But all too soon,
the air would grow stale
and a short walk to the pool
by the edge of the grass
would quench our sweltering bodies.
Swimming through the coolness
while the lemonade slowly melted.