It's Summertime! Gwawdodyn Form

Snow white sand dancing between my toes,
relaxes my soul and cures my woes.
Rolling waves crashing along the shore saves
me, at least a while, from awful lows.

Through the refreshing garden, I walk.
To the busy birds and bees, I talk.
Oh, how I love all the gifts from above,
from sweet butterflies to the bold hawk.

Summertime is a social season.
Get-togethers don't need a reason.
Come on over, we're under the cover.
Steak's off the grill, they're mighty pleasing.


Written for the summer edition of "Verdant Poetry Contest"  [E]
3rd Place