Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
erin-weaverPoems
I remember July Hot morning watering foxgloves Waking up to dreams, Falling asleep to dreams. I remember July. Envied or loved, by all who laid eyes. I'll always remember July. But now misty marshy October Has taken over, Watering the foxgloves for me. But their colors no longer gleam, In the rain. In the rain, I'll always remember July. Where everyday was a dream, For a short sweet while July, July, July.
0
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC
July part 2
I remember July Hot morning watering foxgloves Waking up to dreams, Falling asleep to dreams. I remember July. Envied or loved, by all who laid eyes. I'll always remember July. But now misty marshy October Has taken over, Watering the foxgloves for me. But their colors no longer gleam, In the rain. In the rain, I'll always remember July. Where everyday was a dream, For a short sweet while July, July, July.
erin-weaver
Written by
erin-weaver
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem