It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.
When from my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused,
By sweet breezes that blew past, the place where I drowsed.
With a sigh of contentment, I enjoyed the charming scenery,
Of sun drenched butterflies, going by the blooms and greenery.
Such clusters of bright flowers, left their mark upon the day,
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After swimming at Cherry Beach, I had been returning home,
With some very cool memories, of the sand and green foam.
On the drive back I had resolved, to take the scenic route,
Like the pathway down Magnolia Way, where scents drift about.
The rural lanes were charming, so I just took my sweet time;
And when I saw a grassy hill, I got out to take the climb.
I inhaled a deep breath, entranced by such hilltop beauty,
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Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.
I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes,
Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose.
I lavished absurdly upon my wardrobe, in excess of what was practical,
Like the glittering rainbow colors, proffer more than what is passable!
Though I wasn't an awful person, in this one area, I admit I was vain,
As the seasons, once departed, flaunt beautiful faces again and again.
I regularly read fashion magazines, and kept up with current trends,
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Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.
When comes dazzlingly warm weather, life moves out of doors,
For the gardens we vacated in winter, are blooming as before.
Days are long and beautiful, and the nights sultry and black;
Like a being lost in the desert, looking to find a way back!
And the joys of living are multiplied, in so many little ways,
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Life of an underground lyrical beast looking great
But one can imagine attempting to get the sure rate
To succeed, one's got to really hustle
And, yes, Life is pregnant with some kind of bustle!
Striving makes us great
But, How'd I get there, mate?
Nonstop hustle is, I trust, the sure key
But, first for God, I've got to be on my knee
If not both!
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Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.
A rich harvest of bliss, in every hue comes drifting down,
Painting the wilderness all colors, in nature's playground!
Sweet sun is setting scarlet as red fruit on high,
In a sizzling beauteous exit-apple pie in the sky!
We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair,
In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere!