Treasure Island

Sallie Howson


A Lazy Afternoon.


Swing, swing,
Dozing in the hammock,
Above me sky ablue,
Sweet summer Sunday,
Too long overdue.

Swing, swing,
Family round the table,
Remains of barbeque,
A bottle almost empty
Of some local witches’ brew.

Swing, swing,
Listening to the crickets,
Nothing much to do,
Paradise around me,
Now all I need is you.
Swing, swing,

Submitted: Sunday, June 28, 2009

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  • Prashant Shaurya (12/16/2009 4:04:00 AM)

    beautiful poem madam..
    just more than loved it..
    brilliant imagery..
    and just loved the refrain, 'swing, swing'
    10+++ certainly
    warm regards
    prashant (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (10/25/2009 1:29:00 PM)

    Paradise around me,
    Now all I need is you....................

    love respires by blue of soul
    yet luscious glow reels off to flow, ingenious write by imagery, soft and mellow,10++, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Jasmin Whyte (6/30/2009 4:56:00 PM)

    a lovely suggestive poem. Love the reference to paradise mingling with the sense that someone else should be there to make it so. Thank you! (Report) Reply

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