ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Summer memories fill my mind when snow is on the ground,
I think of hot and humid days, with masses all around,
They walk and jog and sometimes sit, and take the beauty in,
The lake displays boats great and small, people there to swim.
Skies filled with voluminous clouds, gathering for the storm,
Still people enjoy each other, it won’t affect their form,
Not prepared with an umbrella, a few drops start to fall,
The skies break open with thunder, lightening like fingers crawl.
They scatter like ants in distress, looking for some relief,
Plastic ponchos worn by a few, they hope the storm is brief,
Soon clouds pass by and sun returns, it really wasn’t bad,
In fact it’s so much better than a week in winter land.