Summertime Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Summertime

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It is summertime
And all the clouds run away,
In the summertime
The glare sears my eyes
Raise your hand high,
I shall lurk in the shadows of summertime.

Water boils, pavements crack
In the summertime.
Heat keeps you awake,
Sweat becomes another skin
Attached to bed sheets
In the summertime.
All the pretty summer girls,
In their pretty summer clothes
Lie at night with their pretty summer boys.
I shall lurk in the shadows of summertime.

©Charlie F. Kane

11/05/08

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 10 November 2008

This truly does sound like a wonderful song and I wish I knew the tune to accompany. Maybe it's my obsession with Porgy and Bess's Summertime draws me to this.? Anyway I enjoyed very much.

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Charlie F. Kane

Charlie F. Kane

Solihull, Birmingham
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